That is what she said when she threw her leg over my hip and sunk down on my erection. My day was starting early, and I did not mind one bit. Let me back up a bit.

I had landed late the night before after a month dealing with a customer that insisted I be onsite and in person and would not put up with a daily phone call as we worked through his particular requirements. I saw it as a complete waste of money. Four weeks of hotel, food, and car costs, not to mention the airfare, which I insisted had to be first class. The topper of it all, it was a month of forced celibacy, which I hated just as much. It was not that I had sex every day. Or every other day, but not having sex at all, and not at my doing drove me nuts. So I was not opposed to being picked up at the airport. The drivers of the mandatory cab company were barely a week off the boat. From immigration to the DMV, to the cab driver’s school, they did not fill me with a great deal of confidence, and I avoid them if I can. When Liz offered to pick me up, at any time, I took her up on her offer. Even riding first class, I was still tired when I finally stepped into the cold air. Liz pulled up a minute or two later; her low slung sports car growled as she stopped at the curb. She popped the trunk, and I put my bags in before I slid almost bonelessly into the passenger seat. I levered myself up enough to kiss her gently and then pulled on my seat belt as she pulled away with a bit of acceleration in the slow speed limit.

“You look like crap,” she said.

“Feel like crap. Long flight, long month, no sex.”