She takes a step closer to me, her eyes locked on mine, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body. I don’t know how it got to be that late, I should probably head home. I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. It’s late fall in the Midwest. A part of me is tempted by the offer, but another part knows that it would be a mistake. The dim spotlight catches the curves of her breasts, casting a warm glow over her skin. In front of me I can see the bright lights of the city. You would have thought they’d have figured out a way by now, equal rights and all… I feel a jolt of electricity as my palms make contact with her skin, the warmth of her body radiating up my arms. I don’t stop them. It’s cheaper and less controversial I suppose. I feel a surge of excitement as she dances closer, her breasts swaying inches from my face.
