The time for missing out was in the rearview now, though. It was the time for taking.
The door to the master bedroom was cracked open, the sound of a box fan muting the coming storm. He half-expected to see Petty, arms crossed, standing at the foot of the bed, barring entry to the paradise he was to now revel in, taste that glow on his rough tongue, feel the warmth against his body. But there was no Petty, only Sonya lying asleep on top of the sheets in nothing but a sheer oversized T-shirt. He climbed on to the bed, leaned over her, not knowing exactly how to approach a seduction, forced or otherwise. He yearned to be the Petty/Zeus of his fever dream, to take the virginal maiden in an overpowering passion to which she must succumb. As if hearing his inner longings to conquer, her legs s
