It’s five minutes past six. I find that I am awaiting his arrival with a sense of anticipation that I haven’t felt since I was a small child. I don’t understand it, but this man makes me feel so alive every time I am near him. Especially when he touches me in ways that normally only a lover would.

I’m sure he doesn’t realize it, but because he is in the business of dealing in naked women, he is used to touching them all over and not even giving a second thought to how the women feel about it. Remembering the first night the girls were showing me around, I...