Come armed, you mean?" No, I would not advise that. Just be careful with your cash and your cards. Don't flash anything too widely." Gotcha. I try nev...r to do that, I assure you. It... does sound... interesting."I met Robin at her apartment house door... she had come down rather than my going up to her place... and we took a taxi to a place I knew for dinner. At her advice I did not order a large meal, jest a very good one with one bottle of a good wine."I was a bit surprised that you asked me. The mirror is carefully angled to capture the queen-sized bed that fills my mid-twenties apartment bedroom, and as I admire my work, I can see in the background of the reflection the headboard you’ll undoubtedly have me gripping for dear life in T-minus thirty minutes. The sheets are freshly pressed, the duvet lovingly smoothed across, thousands of tiny threads bracing themselves for the pressure of our bodies pounding against them, our juices soaking into them, our fists wrinkling them in. "Now I'll ask you one more time. Is this one of those times you talked about in the chat rooms, when you said you would do it with, anybody ... anybody who walked through your door?"Clearly he already knew the answer without my saying a word. I sat silently, still staring up at him. As he stared back at me, he lifted his shirt over his head, then unbuckled his belt. Next he unbuttoned his fly and pushed his jeans down. His bright blue eyes never left mine as he reached into his briefs and took. * * Oh, religion. What a tangled web if there ever was one. I was born in the heart of the old South, where hellfire and brimstone preachers were as common as 57 T-birds and Sunday chicken dinners. Needless to say I was exposed to the church at an early age. I can remember the sound of dozens of children running down the hallway in the Calvary Baptist Church, the report of their footfalls resounding off of the wooden floors like hollow gunshots. The rooms were big and dim, and they smelled of.