Chapter 97

• It was a stunning fall day in New York City, and Jess and I had just finished a beautiful morning at MoMA. We walked into the adjacent restaurant, the Modern, to eat a late lunch at the Bar Room. We drank red wine as a buffer against the slight chill in the air outside. Fewer things gave me more energy than enjoying New York in perfect weather, and I wanted to enjoy that this afternoon.
• "I'm done with museums today," I said. "Let's do a wine crawl. I want to show you my favorite spots and just get drunk."
• "That sounds amazing," Jess said. She rested her chin on her hand and gazed at me. "Bonus points to you if you find somewhere to fuck me. I'm so wet that I can feel my pussy lips glide together every time I cross my legs."