”“Gordon?”“Yes, Gordon. Well, Gordon likes certain things. Mainly what he likes is a woman that takes the lead.”Allison raised an eyebrow. �...��Is that lead as in showing direction or lead as in ‘collar and’? Oh, good grief Cerrie, why can’t you just have a normal boyfriend?”“No look, he’s sweet. And he is loaded, too. And he’s a terrific lover too. It’s just that he needs a bit of scene setting...”“Let me guess. Does this involve you strutting around in a corset and high heels, wielding a bull. My husband asked what that was about, and she just smiled and said that it was a thing between us women, and he let it go. With a hug and a smile, she was gone. Then my husband remembered it was poker night. He offered to stay home, but I told him to go have fun, and away he went. I tried to busy myself with a quick meal and some household chores. I still felt very out of balance, and I hoped that such mundane actions would help to ground my spinning thoughts. Later, my daughter came home from. Her intimacies win the argument as he is quickly mesmerized by her beauty and sexiness in the moonlight. He sets his glass down on the deck and it clinks loud. He freezes and hopes that he hasn’t ruined the show.The pressure on her nipple pulses through her body, and she feels the heat growing below. She hears the clink of a glass and wonders if the neighbor is outside. Playing outside is liberating, which is why she does it when the mood hits, but being caught is a risk. She doubts she’s been. “Oh ok…..Thank you for helping me with my bags” she said as we shook hands “You mind if I get your number and call you sometime?” I asked sounding as if I was not ready to leave, “That’s cool!” she said anxiously as I handed her my phone to put the number in. She handed me the phone back and I walked towards the door, “Well I’ll text you when I get home and maybe sometime we can meet up again to hang out maybe catch a movie or something” I said “Yeah…we can definitely do that, just hit me up”.