**A brand new story. I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of writing after far too long.**
As these things so often do, it all began with a few beers.
Emily had been sitting quietly at one end of the couch that day, watching television and nursing her long neck bottle of beer, when she started shooting sidelong looks at the man who was sitting alongside her. It took her some time to work up the courage … or for the booze to lower her inhibitions enough, but she eventually leaned over and gave him a nudge.
“Hey,” she said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask such a question. “Aren’t you kinda into anal?”
Of course she had managed to say that just as he was taking a sip from his second bottle and had Will coughing as he choked on it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he gave her an astonished look. “I beg your pardon!”