Who said fulfilling a fantasy is hard?
There is an alley behind my house. it is quiet but still occasionally traversed by the residents who live there. I had plans for that alley, just as I had plans for Sonia.
The day had been magical and the dinner -at the local ramen shop- was delightful. She told me that she was staying a block away at a hostel, so as we parted ways that night, I told her to keep her phone to hand.
It wasn’t long before we were texting in between our various domestic duties. At 10pm my phone lit up. *”Are you alone?”*. Then quickly followed by *”Bored. I can’t sleep”*.
*”Are you up for some excitement?”* I typed back.
*”Could be. . .”*
taking a minute to formulate my plans, I began tapping furiously.
*”Ok. In 15 minutes come to the alley behind my house. Wear the least amount of clothes that you feel comfortable in. You will not speak unless directly asked to. If you agree to those conditions, then say yes, and the clock starts”*
the message sat there read for a minutes before a response finally appeared.