It was after nine o'clock when Zach helped Macy out of the car at the club. She was struck again by how the nondescript building in a deserted part of town was where she would experience her dreams. Because that is what they had become. Dreams. Macy had plenty of time to think about what she had seen at the club the first time. She also had thought about what it would mean to Zach if she were able to do those things with him. But most importantly the more she thought, the more she wanted it. The desires coursing through her were stronger than her common sense. She needed to feel the pain too.
They entered the club and walked directly to a bar. "I'm having a scotch, what would you like dollface?"
"I'll have the same."
Zach ordered for them both. He turned a looked a
