“Me? A goddess?” I gasped.
“Ooo, Diana, you know you are,” she purred.
I couldn't reply. Every bit of me tingled with a thrill I hadn't felt in months.
“Think about it, Kristin,” she counseled me. “They're good clean johns, upright kinds of men who simply like their s*x a little more ...” she paused, “primitive than most.” She looked at me cool as a cucumber through her clear brown eyes. And for a moment, I sensed she was seducing me. And there I was, feeling as though the rightful order of my world had been turned on end.
Diana shrugged when I didn't give her an answer. Truth was, I could hardly speak. We went on to talk about a dozen different things before the conversation lagged; and we finally parted with a sweet peck on the lips and a warm hug, her offer lin
