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Kate in Crisis: Sex with a Stranger
     
    Episode One
     
     
     
    Kate took a sip from her wine glass and set it on the night table to her right.  She fluffed up the pillows on the bed and leaned backwards.  It was a king sized bed, but for six months she had slept alone.  It was hot, so before she started, she walked to the window and opened it to allow the breeze to blow in.    She felt the breeze against her body, and her nipples hardened with the cool wind.  She was wearing the silk negligee that Larry had bought for her.  Larry James Neiss, the asshole she’d married, put through med school, put all of her dreams on hold for, and divorced.  It was her honeymoon lingerie, and it still fit after eleven years.
     
    Kate sighed, shook her head, and walked back to the bed. 
     
    She shivered and considered closing the window again, but instead, she sat atop the comforter, leaned against the pillows, and picked up the remote from the nightstand.  She powered on the TV, navigated to the video she wanted to watch, and pressed play.  There was a little bit of static, and the noise was irritating, so she pressed the mute button.  Then the picture cleared to reveal a young woman—Kate knew she was nineteen years old—standing on plush blue carpeting.  The woman smiled at the camera and pushed her bright red, lipstick coated lips together in something between a pout and a kiss.  She had light blonde hair in a pageboy cut that framed her perfect little young face.  Her neck was long and slender.  In fact, her whole body seemed long and slender. 
     
    The woman wore a black leather teddy that lifted her breasts but only covered them halfway so that the double D ’s were pushed up, nipples pointing out from the screen at Kate like missiles.  She wore black leather gloves that went all the way up her forearms and a few inches into her biceps.  Kate watched as the woman danced on the screen and used the gloved hands to pinch at her own nipples.   The woman also wore leather thigh-high boots, high heels digging into the plush carpeting.  Kate wanted to think of her as a slut, but it was hard for her to get past the woman’s age. She’s so young.
     
    Kate pressed the mute button and music from the video filled the screen.  It was some kind of bluesy New Orleans jazz, and the woman swayed to it, moving her hips and her waist like someone was between her legs licking or fingering her.  She turned around and waved her tiny ass at the camera, and it zoomed in so that her ass and thighs filled the screen as she gyrated.  As the music died down, she turned around and said, in a high pitched and girly voice, “You’ve seen the body.  Now you get to feel how it works.”
     
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    Kate paused the film and looked at the phone.  It was Maureen.  She sighed and picked it up.  “Hello Maureen.”
     
    “Katie!  Come out with me tonight.”  Maureen was her best friend, and this call came just about every night.
     
    “Not tonight, Hon.  I think I’m going to stay in.”
     
    “Jesus, Kate.  Tell me you’re not watching that damned video again.”
     
    “I just want to—”
     
    “Listen, Katie, throw the stupid thing away.  Come out with me tonight and we’ll find a guy to fuck you good and proper.”
     
    “Maybe tomorrow, Maur.  Tonight I’m going to stay in.”  Maureen started to reply, so Kate cut her off with, “Talk to you tomorrow.”  She hung up.
     
    Kate pressed play and watched as the girl in the video got on her hands and knees and crawled toward the camera.  It panned back and soon a man’s feet, then legs, then crotch appeared.  The girl reached up and stroked the man’s penis.  “Ooh, you’re so big baby!”  There were two things wrong with the comment.  First, those words should never leave a voice that young and girly.  Second, the penis was definitely not that big, pretty small in fact.  It didn’t stop the girl from opening her mouth and enveloping