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outstretched. It was the closest I could come to surfing in Kansas.
    “Impressive,” he said, his deep voice echoing throughout the home slightly as he spoke.
    “It’s like surfing, but in my socks,” I said. “You should try it.”
    I knew he wouldn’t, but it was worth the offer. People like Wilson didn’t do the things we lowly common people did. Considering the cleanliness of the place and the arrangement of the furniture and decorative accessories, I doubted he spent much time in the home at all. As I glanced around and planned the path of my next wild dash, Wilson let out a cry like he’d jumped from a cliff.
    I turned around in just enough time to see him slide past, rotating in a half-circle as he did so.
    As he stood laughing and obviously preparing for another run, I wondered if Wilson was truly different than other men. He sure appeared to be, but there had to be something wrong with him, because no one was as perfect as he seemed to be.
    “Come on,” he said as he held his hand out to his side.
    “What?” I asked as I reached for his hand.
    He cupped my hand in his. “Let’s do it together.”
    “For real?” I asked.
    He nodded his head. “Ready?”
    “Ready,” I said with a nod of my head.
    We took off across the floor in our socks, hand in hand, and at the same time, each planted our feet. Together, without falling, or him losing his grip on my hand, we slid across the floor, spinning in a slow circle as we did so, coming to a stop in each other’s arms just before hitting the far wall.
    “That was fun,” he said as he fought to catch his breath.
    I gazed up into his eyes and studied him. A few strands of his otherwise perfect hair hung down in his face. The slight shadow of a beard let me know he had rushed from his office to pick me up without much time to prepare for the evening. At that moment, to me, he was the perfect man.
    “I want you to fuck me,” I said.
    His eyes widened and he ran his hand through his hair. “Pardon me?”
    I focused on his hazel eyes and shrugged my shoulders. “You heard me. You’re cool as fuck, and I like you. A lot. And I want to fuck. You alright with that?”
    He didn’t say a word. Instead, he knelt down slightly, picked me up from my feet, and slowly began walking toward the stairway.
    I reached around his neck, interlocked my fingers, and studied his pretty face as he walked up the winding staircase. As he carefully took each step, I looked over each of his shoulders, taking in all of the living space below us. After seeing all there was to see, I closed my eyes. 
    And for that moment, Wilson was different than all the rest. And I became a modern day Cinderella.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    WILSON
    As far as I was concerned, sex was a commitment, and not something that was done out of a desire to fulfill some form of fantasy or a need to feel pleasure. Although I realized it was quite possible that Stevie didn’t agree with me, I felt I needed proof that what we were doing wasn’t being done for selfish reasons. I enjoyed sex as much or more than any man, but once it was over there would be no way to undo it, reverse the clock, or remove the feelings associated with it.
    Before I had a chance to devise a way to explain matters, potentially making a fool of myself at a time that would have so far qualified as being quite romantic, Stevie beat me to the punch.
    “Promise me you won’t hurt me,” she said as she pulled off her socks.
    “I’ll uhhm. I’ll take it slow and easy,” I murmured.
    She coughed a laugh and shook her head. “Let me rephrase it. Don’t fuck me and get my hopes up, then leave me or start slapping me around. I don’t want to be hurt emotionally . Not again.”
    “I have nothing but the best intentions,” I assured her.
    “And as far as taking it slow and easy,” she said as she pulled her shirt over her head. “You can forget about that. I like it kind of rough.”
    While attempting to make sense of what she