On a 10+, Darla begs you for three things

"You want any company?" you ask Darla. "Go out and dance, maybe? Missing a loving touch?"

Darla adds the finishing touches to your fingernails. They're a deep blood red now, matching the enamel on your toes.

"How much time you have, Mary?" she asks. She holds one warm hand under yours, and puts her other hand on top.

"I don't have to be anywhere till tomorrow," you say.

"I close up at five," Darla says. "I don't have any plans either." She takes a deep breath. "Thank you for helping Lorelei out."

You smile. "I was helping you out, Darla," you say. "Lorelei was God's way of letting me help you."

Darla says, "You know, I like the smell of honest sweat on you."

"And I got it honest," you say, giving her a smile. You can still feel it a little in your shoulders.

Darla bends forward and kisses your lips, then pulls back, surprised at herself.

"Oh, was that all right, Mary?" she asks.

"That was lovely, hon," you say. "Just tell me what you want. I'm yours tonight." You smile. "Your place or mine. Or wherever."

Darla says, "Could we...let's make dinner together, Mary, it's been so long. And then...and then, show me what us gals can do for each other. Show me, and then I'll do it for you."

On a 10+, Darla begs you to make dinner together, to EAT HER, and for her to go down on you.