She and Jazz had polished off the big bottle of red while talking about Adam. Jazz had cackled like a mad woman when Olivia told her how Adam just seemed to make her brain melt. “I told you!” she’d cried. “It’s all about the cock. He has a nice one, doesn’t he? And he knows how to use it. I can tell by the way you’re blushing that he fucked you like no other, and now you see why you need good sex to make a relationship work!” “But don’t you think it’s a bit crazy to even be thinking relationship after only seeing him once? When I went over there, I thought I was heading into a one-night stand.” Jazz had just shrugged. “Some things are meant to be. You can fight it, but why would you when he obviously makes you feel good?” That way of thinking was fine and good for her friend, who had grown up in a free love sort of community, but for Olivia, she needed some data to help her figure a few things out. She’d spent every spare moment between clients scouring the Internet for more information on BDSM.
