“You like red,” I said after he opened my car door and I got out. “Kind of funny. The Native American with a Jeep Cherokee.” “We prefer American Indian, and I’m not Cherokee.” “Lighten up, dude. I saw you laughing with the guys, so I know you have it in you.” He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked to the door. “My mind is focused on being in you.” After unlocking the door, he pulled me just inside the entryway, across the dark wood floors toward the living room. Not taking the time to shut the door, he took the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head, leaving me in just my bra. His hands stroked all of my available flesh, his lips trailing up my neck. With my ass in his palms, he asked, “You strutted around Red’s with no panties? Oh, you naughty girl.” As if making up his mind, he took me by the wrist and pulled me over his lap, along the length of the couch.
