scene: an art gallery opening
characters: me, gallery director; her, the femme fatale; and many others.
things are going well, some art selling, people gabbing, drinking, flirting, making the scene, enjoying seeing and being seen.
me: working the room, making it all work. she: likewise but with different purposes in mind.
in time we meet. she to me, "you cannot fuck me enough tonight."
me, "well, i'd settle on getting pretty close."
in fact, we did better than that. "yes," she later admitted, laughingly, "that was enough. barely, but it was enough."
at times, faint praise will do. it will do just fine.
