Fifteen Shades of Role Play
I was driving cross country and had pulled off Interstate-80 in search of something more satisfying than a chain-restaurant meal. I really can’t recall much about Rick’s Café in New Paris, Indiana. But I will never forget the woman I met there. ‘I hate eating alone,’ she said. ‘Don’t you?’ ‘Why not join me?’ I asked, gesturing to the empty chair. Rachel was in her mid-20s. She had pale green eyes, an unruly mane of auburn hair, and a lithe, dancer’s body that turned half the heads in the room...