Donna and her man decided to go island-hopping ahead of their wedding, so I volunteered to house-sit and take care of her menagerie. I had nothing else going on that summer, and some time in a nice house with central AC and all the streaming services I could want sounded like a vacation to me.

It was just me, her four dogs, two cats and a fish named Jericho rattling around in that big house. I was pretty happy with the arrangement, given that I’d just broken up with my serious boyfriend of six years. I was far from wanting any kind of emotional engagement.

But when the lawn guy arrived that first Monday of the month, I realized my desire for physical entanglement was still very much on the table. Dating and building a relationship? No. But fucking? Absolutely.

I went outside, waving him toward me... Read More