You have a good book in hand, and even though you’re sleepy, the pages are delicious. And the sleepiness is delicious too, a rich undiscovered indul...ence. Sleep, that’s only an undiscovered country. But sleepiness: now that’s pleasure, a sweet decadence. Like dancing, fucking, getting high. An elixir sprinkled on your eyelids and left to tingle, shooting quicksilver deep into the eddies of your brain. And so it goes. A few nights suffice before I’m up to three am. I can hold that pattern for a. So one day the chat got round to games and we found that we both played knew how to play chess. A challenge was duly made for a tenner, more than I could stomach to lose back then but, hey, I reckoned I was fairly good at it so was quietly confident of making a few quid.Dale lived not too far from me so one evening I jumped on my bike and went round. He had the board laid out, offered me a glass of wine to sip on and we got playing. After a cagey start where we swapped a few pieces I got the. “You think because I’m twenty, I don’t know a good thing when I see it?” Jennifer pressed.I was old enough to be Jennifer’s dad. I reminded her of that fact, but it did not seem to matter to Jennifer."I like older guys,” Jennifer responded, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. “Guys my age are so immature.”Then, all of the wild blue, Jennifer asked, “So what is your sexual fantasy?”I reminded Jennifer that I was married.“You can still have fantasies,” she replied. I stayed quiet for a. By the end of the second week she'd had enough. She put her phone on the answering machine and settled down to read the want ads. On her second day at home the doorbell rang and she opened the door to find two men in suits. One of them showed her a badge identifying him as a detective with the city police department and asked her to identify herself. When she had the detective had said, "You are under arrest for prostitution and theft" and then they had taken her down to the local precinct and.