I remained silent. I was afraid of what I'd say. The thought of dressing slutty was turning me on. I wondered what he meant by being a slut. I remembered him pulling off my suit bottoms. As I thought about this stuff I leaned forward, put my arms around him, and rested against his back as we rode.

We continued to talk. The conversation lightened up. Gray kept the conversation flirtatious and sexual but I didn't feel like he was pulling my deepest secrets out. Then he asked.

"So what is your biggest fantasy?"

"To be rich and travel with my children," I replied.

He laughed, "Well, I'd take you...