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Sometimes you had it; sometimes you didn’t. Robert and I were discussing you at the bar. As I did so, I let my hand drift between her legs. I crossed to the bed, took one of her legs and spread it slightly, and moved one knee to the spot where the strip of her g-string met the bedding. As Bob hustled to hang her jacket, I rose from my chair for the first time since they had presented themselves. Smiling and rising, I had it this night. And…no limits either. Before reseating herself, she stood before me as though asking permission before doing so. “Tonight I want to be an object. I corrected him. I sipped as I thought it through. And Bob looked mortified! I reached for my glass and emptied it.
