Flowing Night

Late at night on the way back from a meeting out of town, I got a call from my girlfriend. She mentioned she was online shopping for clothes, which made me remember the first time I saw her—the way she looked in that knitted dress at a partner meeting, so incredibly attractive. Her reaction to the memory started to stir something in me, and I quickly pulled into a rest area, telling her to try on a new outfit while I undid my belt.