After that we fell into easy conversation. Books we had read, films we enjoyed, meals we liked to prepare. All sense of nervousness had evaporated. He...was charming, intelligent and friendly. Dinner disappeared but we continued to sit and talk. The night flew by, soon enough it was midnight and I was starting to get extremely drowsy. Sensing my tiredness, Steve got to his feet. A sliver of tension, anticipation, who knows what started in my spine. He held out his hand to assist me to my feet. I. ------------------------------------------------------------The Consequences of Date Rapeby Elrod WKatie ran the brush through her hair one last time, concentrating on her image in the mirror. Satisfied, she carefully set the brush down, then picked up a tiny bottle. Carefully, strategically, she applied a dab behind each ear, then another dab on her throat. She turned from the mirror, and saw her cousin Jeanette standing in the bathroom doorway, grinning."Wouldn't it be easier to just, you. Wetness creeps between my legs and an obvious bulge in his pants. We pull off into a secluded wooded area. Grabbing me and placing me on his lap. Our tongues dancing in each others mouths. His hand grabbing my head pressing me deeper into his kiss as his hand reaches for my fly. The unzipping of pants are heard. The radio plays. "I want you!" He saysI reach for his pants pulling mine off and his down to his ankles. Moving the middle seat, I kiss down his neck dragging my nails down his chest. “Where?” I asked.“Claude Cahun,” she answered.“Another competitor?”“In a manner of speaking. Been dead a few years, though. Let’s go.”I’m not all that into photography, but when Allison told the cab driver to take us to the Art Institute of Chicago, I knew I was in heaven. I got so lost in the exhibits—hauling Allison around by the hand and explaining the different styles and techniques—that it was six and we had to rush to the convention center hotel for dinner. What a great way to pull the.