Every day of the following week, I drove down Jackson Avenue to admire that billboard and dwell on that afternoon. I would then go back home and spread the photos I had taken all over the bed. Slowly fingering myself to orgasm. Should I call or email? You only live once, and what could be the worst that could happen? Eight days after that afternoon, I finally emailed her. 'Hi there, Jodie I am the woman you hit on last we...

She was just starting to lick her way around a double scoop chocolate cone. There was a red jelly-bean on top and I watched awestruck as she flicked her pink narrow tongue under the bean and draws it through her soft lips. I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she licked and sucked provocatively, narrowing the ice cream so she could dip the cone into her lovely young mouth. Her eyelids drooped as the milky flavor flo...