You see a guy you like; taller than me, good looking, and approach him, whispering something in his ear. He looks surprised, looks at me, and then bac... at you. You walk back towards me, whisper in my ear. Room 1207. Five minutes. He follows you to the elevator, and I watch as your hips sway so slowly. I take my time to finish my drink, wondering what you're doing. Every minute feels like an eternity, and I'm getting hard, imagining what I'm about to see. I walk over to the elevator. Hit 12.. Once he got inthe car, I realized he was just a boy maybe nineteen years old. Upclose he reminded me of one of those male models I see in themagazines. We had a long way to go and filled the time by talking. Hisname was Billy. I loved the woodsy accent of his voice. He used itquietly, shyly, never realizing his staggered words were making mequiver. He confessed that he'd lost his job and his girlfriend within aweek of each other. With nothing holding him there, he had gone lookingfor something. He was desperate at this point and would do whatever it took to see Ann with another man. There was just one big problem Ann’s husband had, and that was that Ann wanted nothing to do with the idea of it. She was just content to live out her life like she did over the last 30 years. She had a very nice career along with being a mom. Her thoughts were all about retiring in a few years and not being involved with her husbands crazy idea. Her husband was still lucky as Ann still loved sex very. I stared at him defiantly, taking that calm of his for granted. He slowly moved towards me and I retreated until my ass was against his desk. His face was close to mine when he spoke."What do you want, Christie? Do you want to play with your little boyfriends or do you want to play with a real man? You can sleep in the guest room tonight like a good little girl or you can learn something about life if you want. Or if you're not chicken. But once we start, don't expect me to stop. You get to say.