Chapter 4

Dangerously blue-eyed Gregory Hiltonburg sat to Colby’s right at the long table within my dream. I had dated the professional librarian for three months the previous year, thought his dick amazingly large, but he didn’t know how to use such a tool.

After a string of dates with the man, I had grown bored with him, dumping him with ease. “I’m sorry, Greg, we just don’t have many things in common.”

Peter Vascolli attended my dreamy dinner party. Ruggedly handsome. From the Bronx. Thirty-nine years old. A Marine vet who fought in Afghanistan. My heart and body had longed for the man for seven long months during our short relationship. Our talks together were crisp, and the sex with him had been rough, pornographic, and enjoyable. Unfortunately, Peter liked to diddle women more than men and ended our good time together, leaving me.