The Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing
He is all handsome and no pretty, the kind that makes you think of the Navy and Florida and girls in tube tops calling him hunky [....] he will hail the taxi and open the door for you to get in.
On your first date, he will pick you up on his motorcycle, and bring a helmet for you. He nods his big helmet head when he's ready for you to get on. He fastens your hands around his waist like a seat belt.
You sense that he's dangerous but don't know why- and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.
At the restaurant, low-lit and charming, he orders bourbon straight up with a beer chaser, and becomes low-lit and charming himself...
You walk through the Village. It's spring. The air is cool and the sky is clear.
Back at your apartment, you pour him a glass of wine. On your sofa, he holds your hand in both of his, tickling and touching it, lingering at the crotches between your fingers.
You can feel that he wants to own you -- not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.
On your first date, he will pick you up on his motorcycle, and bring a helmet for you. He nods his big helmet head when he's ready for you to get on. He fastens your hands around his waist like a seat belt.
You sense that he's dangerous but don't know why- and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.
At the restaurant, low-lit and charming, he orders bourbon straight up with a beer chaser, and becomes low-lit and charming himself...
You walk through the Village. It's spring. The air is cool and the sky is clear.
Back at your apartment, you pour him a glass of wine. On your sofa, he holds your hand in both of his, tickling and touching it, lingering at the crotches between your fingers.
You can feel that he wants to own you -- not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.