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then his gaze swept across to me, landed on me. He was staring hard.  Those eyes.  They tormented me, and when he looked at me like that I felt like the only woman in the room.  I let out a shaky exhalation of relief; he was just being polite, making conversation I told myself.  The girl turned and left us then, and we made casual conversation about the various menu items, work, and friends, but conversation with Victor always seemed to be anything but casual.  They were filled with innuendos and suggestions.  He had a way of making everything sound erotic, and naughty.  It kept me on edge and disconcerted.  He told me about the things he missed from his days in the military, the camaraderie of the enlisted, the travel to faraway places, the routine, and P.T.  It turned out he was a real physical fitness buff.  I was too, now.  We had that in common.  Check.  We both ran every day. Check. He liked to run races, marathons, and had even done a few triathlons, something I had been thinking about training to do for a while now.
    Our drinks arrived and we both eagerly took a sip.  It was cool and refreshing.  We ordered our meals, and the waitress just slipped away unnoticed as we continued on with our conversation.  I told him about my teaching career, and he remarked that all those teenaged boys must be failing because how could they possibly concentrate on work when they were all mentally undressing me.  I laughed.  He was such a flirt.  He was so terribly sexy, and made me feel electrified.
    Dan had been handsome in a cowboy rugged sort of way.  But never had he made me feel like this, so wanton with expectations of what I did not know.  He had been a trusted friend who I knew wouldn’t hurt me and the only person I had willingly wanted to have sex with.  He had been like a teacher, a confidante, someone who understood my situation and was willing to take it slow and be patient with me.  Dan knew about the rape, and had helped me to get over my fear of sex.  He had been patient and had always made sure I was ready and willing. Victor had no patience, I could tell, and there would be nothing slow about what we were going to do later tonight.  Victor was exciting, pure sex on wheels, no holds barred.  But, he made me want to do things I had never dreamt of, had only read about in romance novels or seen on television.  Dan was about the basics, teaching me about my body, and how not to be afraid.  Victor scared me a little, but not in a fearful way, in an exhilarating, adrenalin-charged way, in a curiosity kills the cat kind of way.
    Our dinner arrived, steaks with green beans for me, a baked potato for him.  We ate, leisurely, talked, and more margaritas arrived. I didn’t even notice he had ordered them, or that I had even finished the first one, but the waitress was taking the empty glasses away. He sat next to me on the green faux leather seats, and his hand kept straying to my thighs, brushing them lightly, stroking them gently. My senses were on high alert, and yet my brain was dulled by the Cuervo, a sensual heady combination.
    “Are you ready?” His ey ebrow arched devilishly at me asking my permission.
    “Yes.” I was ready.
    He called the waitress over, paid the bill, and helped me to scoot across the seat holding my hand behind his back as he escorted me out of the now crowded restaurant.  I trailed behind him through the waiting patrons near the restaurant’s entrance feeling a little light-headed from the two double margaritas. We were back to his car in quick time, and he swung me around and pressed me against the passenger side of the car pushing his erection into me.  He buried his head into my neck, and confessed in my ear, “I have been hard for you all night!”
    H is lips found mine, as one hand began to stroke my thigh inching up higher under the hem of my dress.  Instinctively I raised one leg and pulled him in closer to me. My pulse quickened as his fingers inched