The situation was bordering on the surreal. Although I had shared an incredibly intense, almost feral physical encounter with this woman just a few days prior, our actual verbal exchange since meeting had barely exceeded ten sentences. We were practically strangers who had bypassed small talk for something far more primal.
"Stay with me tonight, Sean. Just for tonight," she pleaded.
I actually paused to rub my ear, wondering if the humidity of the neon nightlife was causing me to hallucinate. Here was this woman, Rebecca Tolman, a creature of elegance who drove a mid-range luxury sedan and wore clothes that cost more than my entire apartment’s yearly rent, asking a scruffy delivery driver like me to "stay" with her.
My mind flashed back to the countless late-night fantasies I’d had whil
