For a confident woman, I was indecisive. Freshly showered with my hair styled into long curls hanging onto my back and dressed in the black Sinful Threads dress, the stockings, and shoes, I’d put on and taken off the damn thong about eight times.

Sterling pushed me, and I wanted to push back.

And then my decision would waver. Touching up my lipstick, my hand trembled. I was as nervous as I’d ever been on a first date.

You’re being silly, I told ...