She grabs the long stiff thing and caresses it--it’s been a while since she has touched it—and it feels awesome. It’s Friday night and she and he just had take-out, sashimi with cold sake.

She feels a bit tipsy and daring. The time is so right. She has been thinking about it, becoming excited at the thought of it after a week of long hours at the office.

She giggles while kicking off slippers, undoing her ponytail. He runs fingers though her voluminous hair while she holds onto the long thing, stroking it, feeling its texture.

He takes her hand off it and smiles. “You think you’re so sly, don’t you? Just because you’re hot you think you can just take advantage of me, don’t you?”

She nods and takes a hold of it again, purring. She looks deeply into his eyes and can tell he’s going to succumb to her. “Here, let me do it,” she whispers, “just sit back and enjoy.”

He groans and leans back. “Okay, knock yourself out. You’re in charge tonight.”

Her face lights up and grips it greedily. “Yes!” She flips channels with the remote and presses Movies on Demand. “Hello, Mr. Brook!”

She grabs a handful of popcorn as the title comes on, anticipating Kevin Costner’s performance as the charming, sympathetic serial killer.

The power is dizzying--from now on she will be an equal partner in choosing their viewing pleasure. No more seething through the Military Channel and mindless action flicks. That’s right, buddy--she’s thinking--no more waiting till you’re snoring in your Archie Bunker chair so I can flip to Forensic Files, Law and Order, or Indie Film Channel.

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