“Do you find anyone in here particularly attractive?” I asked.
“No, not really,” Cassandra said.
We left and drove to the only another bar in my neighborhood, a bohemian club which smelled of stale beer and college students. It was more crowded, but I could tell right away it was not the right place for us. We looked at each other, turned around and walked out. Why couldn’t there be a cool sexually progressive bar in my crummy town? We went back to the car. I privately felt relieved there weren’t any Dominants lurking around in the suburbs. Maybe we could just go home and I could have Chinese food delivered. I was about to ask Cassandra if she was hungry, when I saw her fooling around with her I-Phone, her thumbs dancing on the keypad.
“How about this place?
She handed me the phone. I
