Doing Diana
~This was originally written over a year ago. It's rather short and quite a bit different from how I write now. Deepening on how this goes, I may write or post more in the future.~ “Hey, I need to see you. Swing by my place at seven tonight.” I had listened to that voicemail a few times. Why? Mainly because of Diana’s voice. But, also because of the desire dripping from her every word.Diana was the Mayor of the town that I had grown up in. I had since moved to the big city thirty minutes to the...