The Solicitor and I, a Strange Collection

The first time a man had touched me sexually. His pinky fingers stroked against my bows, and he asked if they'd dropped yet. He said i should stay with him to night; his house faced out on to blackness. The sensation made me sleepy. As he drove, he hooked his hand on my inner thigh, pulled me closer to him. It was the type of house where some rooms were always dark,. big enough that a family could choose to live y in the rear, choose to face only the sunset.