Then we trailed to my car and got inside. He was so voracious we were instantly sandwiched with his tongue on my face.

All night we had talked without a flicker of flirtation, and here he was practically raping my ass.

He pushed his seat back, shoved me against him, and rammed my hand against his bulge. I couldn't believe how ridiculous this was.

Then he pushed me back, climbed on top, lifted my shirt, and lapped up my chest.

Next thing I know, he's unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. And I gave up. On men, on hope, on anything profound. I let him continue in my utter aloofness.

Then slip goes his hand and the cell-phone rings. He stopped and stared at me. I sighed in relief.

He had to go.

And I could have cared less.