I sit at the kitchen table shuffling cards, my hands growing more and more deft. Daniel is due to get home in ten minutes and my eyes continually stray to the clock, my heart beating faster and faster the closer his arrival looms, my panties already damp. My boyfriend is never in the door longer than ten seconds before I'm hustled into the bedroom and he's on top of me, his breath rasping in my ear, the bedsprings squeaking. Almost time. Almost.

My pulse grows thick, my shuffling movements so ...