I slowed down on the whiskey and almost put myself to sleep. My stories were that boring.

     Just when I thought it was time to say good-bye, F-- suggested we go back to my place.

     “Really?”

     “Sure,” she said, “I’ll follow you there.”

     “Follow me?”

     “I have a rental car,” she told me, “plus, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

     I was flattered. It’s nice when people think I have any idea at all.

     When we got back to the house I made coffee while F-- freshened up in the bathroom. When she came back into the kitchen, she took my hand and led me...

Please subscribe to keep reading.