Separation makes the heart grow fonder

I was packing my bags in the hotel in Chicago when I got a text.

"Fuck me like an animal" it said -- from Amy. There was a picture of her with her dress hiked up and her legs spread over the arms of her office chair.

"Who took that?" I texted.

"Just fuck me," she texted back. And then "I think it's working."

The flight back took far too long. All I could think about was seeing Amy again, and of course resuming my weekly sessions with Jane.