Anonymous

The paper bag beside me held brand new lingerie. Black. Lacy. Very expensive. Coffee – one for him and one for me – steamed in dainty cups, set on dainty saucers. I breathed in the sharp odor. Afterwards, once he had gone, I might order the lobster. That would put a serious dent in the credit card…

Line of Duty

I didn’t normally do hand jobs on the first date, but Don had been a marine. He’d served his country. It kind of felt like I was honouring that.