He is as good as his word, as always; when he turns into our parking lot, I am more than ready for another round in bed – or on the living room couch, or on the entryway floor – but the lesson he wants to conduct does not make use of any of those places.
“The conditions are perfect right now for energy work,” he says. “Not only do we have a nice large full moon to work with, but the weather right now is quite bracing.”
I suppose bracing is one word for it. Also, I’m so horny that if he were to ask me to mount myself on a nearby bush and ride it, I might very well do just that. Damn him. He’s too clever with his fingers by half.
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the denuded thicket of honeysuckle, mulberry bushes, and scrub trees that grow at the back of the parking lot. Through
