Remotely controlled
Millennials and their tech isn’t all bad…Madison introduces me to a new gadget
In the dawn’s early light, I watch Madison get dressed for work. She’s being very quiet, trying not to wake me. I see her lean into the mirror, her blouse open, the curve of her behind neatly wrapped in a simple pair of white cotton bikini briefs. She applies her make-up, her eyeliner, blots her lips, runs the brush through her long, lustrous black hair. Watching her, instinctively, my hands reach for my nipples, already...