About me: she presented a weather report. But around me, I
was always in charge. I had control over her. How
she didn't know. She brought the martini to
her lips. Lips she had worked so hard to prepare,
hours ago. I hadn't even kissed her. Then I
slide my hand down her back, so smoothly. That was
the word for me. Smooth. Not my 8 O'clock
shadow or hairy chest. My motions. My words. My
moves. Always smooth. I placed my hand firmly on
the small of her back. Then I started stroking her
back through the thin
