Sophie sat in her bed, in the position Jack had wanted her. She was trembling uncontrollable as she tried to will her hearing to capture every detail of what was going on in the other room. He was here, he was here in her apartment. He was for her, to make her submit to him, to fuck her. The apartment was silent, she hadn’t turned on her music yet, she’d do that when things began. How would he do this? He hadn’t mentioned what he was planning. Did he even have a plan?
Would they talk first? Maybe have a drink? She had gotten some vodka, he liked vodka. Maybe he brought some wine, she liked wine. She had prepared more for this than any first date she’d ever have, but now it was a date with a married man who stopped by on his way home to his wife and family for one purpose: to fuck her. She stared at her doorknob, listening as closely as she could from the bed.