“You see what I can do to you? Imagine if I’d had both hands free. Now I think you’ve been finished with your meal for some time, and I’ve finished mine. So…I think you should put yourself back together, wipe your juice from your thighs, and I’ll take you home so you can see what happens when I’m really imaginative.”
I hadn’t been to her place in some time, probably a few weeks. She had been telling me off and on about some remodeling she’d done to her apartment. Nothing major, just new furniture and things. Not that her apartment really needed improvements. The Lake Point Towers in downtown Chicago were already pristine. For eight grand a month, hers certainly had better be. But I was still interested in the changes. These thoughts were not absent from my mind as I collected myself.