she sat over on the ledge. "got a cigarette?". i handed her one and she slipped down onto her couch. "whew", she sighed, " i can usually take care of myself, but there's one type that's so hungry you have to hold them off."
"you brought him up here to hold him off?"
"you don't approve?"
"who am i to disapprove? but if you pick up a guy while you're out dancing and bring him home you've got to expect advances. he has a right to make a pass at you. it's not a game on your terms."
"i go there because i like to dance, and i don't see that because i let a guy bring me home i've got to go to bed with him. you don't think i went to bed with him do you?"

my image of the two of them in each others arms popped like soap bubbles.

"now if you were the guy, it would be different."
"eh?"
"just what it sounds like, if you were to ask me, i'd go to bed with you."
i tried to keep my composure, "thanks, i'll keep that in mind."
she leaned forward and her button up shirt opened at the neck, revealing tasty treats. slipping her arms around me she waited for me to do something. i knew what was expected of me, and i told myself there was no reason not to. after all, i wasn't the one making the advances. and she was different than any other women i've met before. perhaps she was right for me at this emotional level.

so damn attractive. so full of life and excitement. her voice, her eyes- everything about her was an invitation.

-daniel