Scheduled sex tends not to be romantic. It's even worse when you're nervous about the whole thing to start with. But Mitch was a magician. We cleaned up after dinner without even mentioning our new toy. I stood at the sink and washed while Mitch dried and put away, and every time she passed by she'd touch me. A hand on the waist, fingers on my shoulders, and every little contact made me more and more aware of her physical presence.

After we finished I thought sure she was going to lead me back to the bedroom, but she didn't. Instead we cuddled on the couch watching the night session...