Why, our lady of course...

The rest of the day went by in a bit of a blur, the Yoga class giving her time to digest how things had gone down with her first encounter with Sanford. He was very much at first glance everything that she'd expected based on how her boyfriend and coworkers had described him; subtle as a bull and probably about as gentle. If he had it his way, Sanford would probably be hammering her every which way and then moving on as soon as he was bored.

He'd do it because he was a predator in a world of prey.

Carrie though, was a predator in her own right, always studying people, situations, politics... anything where she could see how people's minds at work and see how they thought and behaved and figuring out what they _really _wanted and how that could be used to control them. With her innate talent she could probably have done well in psychology or politics or such but doing it as a job had never really appealed to her and besides her parents were rich enough that she didn't really need to worry about money. No, she'd much rather use her gifts to study, understand and manipulate the people around her.

Still though, the thought of all the things she could do with him rolled through her head as she went through all the various positions with her female class; Warrior, Dolphin, Bridge, Resolved Triangle... Salad tossing, Doggy, Anvil, reverse cowgirl, 69. There was a twinge in her cunt at the vague fantasies of her doing any of these with Sanford, not enough to distract her (she was a professional after all) but it was there and that would make everything easier.

When she opened the door to your apartment after work she was immediately greeted by the smell of something good cooking in the kitchen; When you're alarm didn't go off for whatever reason you decided to just take the day off and prepare a nice dinner for when Carrie got home; grilled trout with asparagus. You weren't exactly a trained chef but you knew enough and were creative that you could put a smile on her face with your efforts.

"So how was your day?"