She looked at me with the most serious face I’d ever seen from her and said “Not only am I ok with it, I need it. I need a man in my life to give ...e pleasure and I’m turned on by you having the power to control me and when we have sex.” I smiled and said “It turns me on too, Bella. Now I’m sure you didn’t come over to my house, get naked and tell me all that for nothing, so slide over and we’ll have some fun.” She giggled like a schoolgirl and then moved over to give me room on the bed. I got. The Casbah itself. The accumulated wisdom of half a dozen TV shows said that singles bars were a good place to score lonely women. I made my grand entrance into Rudy's Rutabaga, strutted my stuff, and grabbed a vacant chair. I was a sharp-looking dude and it didn't take long to hit the jackpot. Sherry Zahd, her name was, account exec for the Forty Weaves textile design firm, jet-setter, woman of the world. A real princess. An older gal, maybe twice my age, but good looking. She would do. Took. Neither of us were in any shape to drive, so we wound up sitting in an easy chair together in the back of the room and actually fell asleep for a few hours. When I woke up, it was about two in the morning and I awoke to see her looking at my face and smiling. We started kissing. She positioned herself so she was sitting on my lap and craned her neck back so we could continue kissing. I started rubbing her breasts through her shirt. She lifted her shirt up and I put my hand on her bare. Like Gina, she had a great ass and a wonderfully tight flat stomach. Now that I was aware of the connection though, there was something about Gina's presence that reminded me of Lisa. Both were extremely confident around me, they loved to laugh, and they had an annoying habit of being one step ahead of me in conversation.I had always imagined that Lisa and I would be friends again someday. I missed the way we could always talk so easily and Lisa's own natural sense of calm. I tried to imagine a.