Last year I toured the country to promote my first novel.

I’d gone to college in the Cleveland area, and now was happy to discover that Cleveland was one of the scheduled stops on my tour. Belinda, my favorite girlfriend ever, still lived there. We’d enjoyed many good times together, both on the town and between the sheets. I’d graduated a year before her, and after that we went our separate ways. On this visit I wasn’t staying at the classiest hotel, but it would suffice for what I had planned. I could only hope Belinda’s plans matched mine.

I usually spent my evenings working on my second book, but when Belinda arrived that night, I was pleased with the interruption. She looked sexier than ever in her tight plaid skirt, white turtleneck sweater, and white knee-highs. Her long,... Read More