I had been flirting with Janie most of the night. She sat cross legged on the barstool, a tiny thing in a gauzy white blouse and beads; she is smart, pretty and has an easy laugh. Her dancer body is thin, strong and pierced in a couple very cool places. I am sure I told her all these things and more as the evening wore on; I could tell I was getting to her as much as she was getting to me. We had exchanged a few caresses and many deep stares into each other’s eye. I could not have been happier when she agreed to come over for an after party.
