Chapter Eleven
By the Tuesday following the gala at Wildwood Manor, I was a bundle of fear, caught in a dilemma I had no way to solve, at least to my imagination. The instruction to seduce and make love to Joanna reached far beyond the simple conversations about the club we’d had. I considered her an uninvolved observer. This new instruction, while it touched my lust for female flesh was still beyond the concept I had of my sexuality, not to mention its threat to an endearing friendship.
Even so, Tuesday’s fear led to a trembling dinner invitation to Joanna. As we were leaving the office, I suggested we try a new pub a few blocks away. To my amazement, she turned the invitation around and asked me to her house instead. “I have lots of food in the fridge and a burning need to cook!” I wi
