Different. Definitely different, but very enjoyable all the same.’ ‘Do you mind being like this?’ she asked, indicating the dress. I thought for...a moment. ‘I did at first. I thought I would die of shame when we were in the lingerie shop, but I must admit, it does feel damned sexy, especially when I don’t think about it and you’re wearing your strap-on. Then it just kind of feels, well, normal I suppose. Besides, if it pleases you then I’m happy.’ She smiled, seemingly reassured as she rested. She told me about the boyfriend she broke up with a week before I met her in the bar and about her friends and family and her apartment. She told me about the college classes she was taking in art and art history, and how she hoped to get a job in a museum or gallery some day. She talked about her job at the airport bar, and how being a little shy made it hard sometimes. It turned out she was twenty-four, which technically wasn't too young for me under the old half my age plus seven rule. Not. They chatted quietly in the back before reaching their destination. He paid the driver and opened the door for her. In his apartment he brought out two glasses with two ice cubes in each and the bottle of bourbon he had told her about, setting them down on the table in front he poured her two fingers. ”So…” She said pausing. ”So… What do you do for business?” He smiled knowing it was a stupid question. ”Well… I started an investment company when I was fifteen and now it is one of the biggest. I order some kind of chicken dish. I also order a bottle of Zinfadel to go with our dinner. You order another drink and the waiter scurries away. We begin chatting as we did at lunch, revealing things about ourselves that we probably wouldn’t otherwise. The wine arrives soon followed by our food. As you eat your salad, dressing gets caught on the corner of your mouth. Waiting to be sure that I’m watching, you flick your tongue out and remove it. That’s it, you think, let the games begin. Our.