He is handsome, he is fit and she almost drools over the possibility. She sends out her siren call and he looks up, searching the faces in the crowded...bar, and across the dance floor he searches. She then walks toward him, the sweeping light catching her eyes just right. He freezes like a rabbit in the light, his eyes upon her. She holds his gaze and never wavers. She stands before him and looks deeply into his mortal eyes. She draws a long finger down his cheek and licks her beautiful red. You see,Sarah called me yesterday afternoon and suggested I take a look at herpage." "Hang on a second Sam. On Wednesday you more or less told me you didn'twant anything to do with me. On Thursday you beat the hell out of me andnow I stand accused. Of what? Of having a life? It seems to me thatwhenever anything happens you're always siding with others over me.Somehow, I don't think lovers treat each other that way. Was I simplysupposed to stay home and pick my pimples while you went to Billy's. Pantiesand high hells, I walked over to the closet to hang it away properly. The previously empty closet was now packed with clothes. Fancyand simple dresses, skirts, blouses, several suits and many more itemsnow hung there. I ran my hand along the many fabrics and thought thatif nothing else, Susan was certainly a clothes horse! I wedged a spotbetween some items and hung the dress. Thinking that the dresser was probably just as full and too tiredto explore tonight, I took the nightgown from. We’re going to see exactly how good of a whore I am. But we’re both trying something hard, and so it needs to be okay if either of us needs to step back.”I continue, “Would this be easier if we get you cleaned up, have a bath first?”“Easier, probably. But not better. If you can show me now that I’m not dirty ... if you can do that then ... then I hope that I won’t be dirty for Hans either.”“And you specifically want me to clean your cunt—do you even use that word?”“Only that once, telling you.