02 Apr
Yikes! Eye contact. I'm locked. I can feel a flood of heat into my face. Good
thing the strobe lights, etc. don't show anything. He looks around at the dance
floor. At Jamie. Why did he do that? Back at me. Oh my! He's coming over.
He's asking me to dance!
It's one of Madona's songs: Vogue. My god, look at that body move. I can
already see it undressed. To wrap his legs around me, to feel him inside me.
Geez! I haven't though of anything like this since college! What would Rip
say? Furious. I can imagine the yelling match. Tough. If he's off on a
business trip, well, I'm going to have some fun. And his hands.