She lays on the bed wearing only an old t-shirt of mine, knees up just enough to put her beautiful behind on display. She pays me no attention as I enter the room, too wrapped up in what I assume is another business email that she’s typing on her phone. That’s what it usually is, anyhow. She’s a busy woman. I crawl onto the bed, sliding up toward her. I take a leg in each hand and gently guide them over my thighs as I sit...