Wanna Watch? (1)
Putting the car in drive and pressing the accelerator, I'll admit I was nervous. Dante claimed it was just a cookout. He had some friends coming over, and he invited me to join them, knowing my wife was out of town. But the nagging feeling of nervousness in my mind led me to at least consider the possibility that there was more to this invitation than what it appeared on the surface. We'd never hung outside of work, so this was a different scenario anyway. Plus, our conversations over the past several weeks had involved him becoming more and more graphic with details of his conquests. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was viewing me as a future conquest. Yet even with that anxiety, still I drove on, drawing closer and closer to his house, secretly wanting to be conquered.
