Three items of dress and some nice perfume. She was ready. Her boyfriend only smiled and reached for his coat when she came into the den. They walked through the kitchen and into the garage without speaking. He opened the car door for her and closed it after she settled into the leather seat. She watched him walk around the front of the car, watched him smile and hold her eyes. He knows me well, she told herself, he knows I'm excited and he's enjoying it, enjoying every minute of it. He opened his door and eased into the car before he spoke. "Still want this?" he asked, smiling. She only nodded yes for an answer. He pulled a black scarf from his coat pocket and leaned toward her to cover her eyes. . She felt so warm, the skin of her back so soft under my fingers. I lay there content both hearing and feeling her deep breathing. My hand betrayed me, my fingers kept tensing while they should have been resting on her back, wanting, needing to feel, to experience more of her body. It took my whole focus to keep my hand still on her back, and to control my own breathing. Then I felt her hand raise from it's place near the middle of my back, her wrist still resting across my side. I was worried that she was uncomfortable, and lightened my touch, hoping she would see I didn't mind if she wanted to move. Instead I felt the lightest touch of a single finger move across my skin. . A man, an apartment and his camera.

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