“Is your leg feeling any better?” He asked. “A year from now he’s going to be ten times that.”
“He’s sad and lonely, and he needs me… pleeeease…” I whimpered. “I know what you’re thinking Melanie, and the answer is No.”
I shot Vince my best sexy, pouty look. Additionally, unlike Vince’s semen, Sal’s had a very watery consistency which made it easier to cover my body. I put my head down on the yoga mat and raised my ass up in the air, presenting myself to him. By Wednesday, Vince and I were able to make love again. Of course, for me, this was intensely sexual; but to Sal, we were playing a game, and I had to make it fun for him. He was very friendly and loving with women but I had to teach him the boundaries and rules that he had to live by in polite society.
