Shawna sits down in the ratty old hotel chair with a cigarette already dangling from her lips, reaching into her back pocket for a light before letting her weight settle in. She is a classy lady, dressed for a day outside. You can't help but notice the depth of her neckline when she leans forward in search of a makeshift ashtray—her cleavage is stunning, topped by a silver pendent that dips into the valley between her breasts briefly. You don't know who she is; she doesn't know who you are or what you do. But the two of you have drifted into each other's paths in some primal need for companion...

Shawna sits down in the ratty old hotel chair with a cigarette already dangling from her lips, reaching into her back pocket for a light before letting her weight settle in. She is a classy lady, dressed for a day outside. You can't help but notice the depth of her neckline when she leans forward in search of a makeshift ashtray—her cleavage is stunning, topped by a silver pendent that dips into the valley between her breasts briefly. You don't know who she is; she doesn't know who you are or what you do. But the two of you have drifted into each other's paths in some primal need for companionship, perhaps. Maybe she's already had a little to drink, because the conversation moves quickly into somewhat risqué territory as she starts asking about the state of your sex life, then inquires with no embarrassment whatsoever what you like to think about when you jerk off. When you don't answer right away, Shawna is quick to fill the void herself. She tells you how she's always wanted to be fucked by a stranger in a public restroom. Her eyes meet yours, then drift somewhere over your shoulder; you expect she's looking toward the door. You suspect there's a challenge in that sexually charged gaze, and you swallow hard, twisting your wedding band around on your finger. After clearing your throat of the lump that's risen there (it's not the only lump that's rising by now), you tell her that doesn't sound hygienic. She tells you that's the point.