She walks into the room and grabs my attention. Or maybe she grabs my hand. I’m shaking now. No, we’re shaking. Hands. Her skin feels exactly like skin. And against my skin, it feels like more skin. A wetness starts to form down there, in my palm. This is common for me.
She introduces herself, and I immediately forget her name. Her power over me frightens and excites me, and immediately I forget her face. And where I am. I order a drink, and introduce myself to a beautiful woman sitting next to me. She tells me we’ve met before.
