and wanders into the bedroom to pack her bag: lingerie, bikinis, hand sanitizer, toothbrush, mouthwash, magazines, deodorant, lube, condoms, dildos, handcuffs, gag, and a knife. Last to go in is a small satchel, filled with good-luck charms.
Her phone begins to ring: a trickle at first, becoming a torrent by 11pm.
“What are your restrictions?”, ”Do you do anything bareback?”, “Do you like what you do?” they ask.
“Depends what you look like,” she replies, her frankness causing some of them to hang up.
