The Initiation
“Whoa, Cheri?”You turn and look over your shoulder toward the slightly familiar voice coming from behind you. Your newly-styled hair cuts through the air and settles down on your bared shoulders, the straps of your sundress pulled down low. Through your sunglasses you spot from whom the voice came from, baritone and husky. He stands a few feet away, just outside of your personal space but advancing closer. He is older, more solid, and sexier than you remember but his name comes to your lips as...