"There's something different about you lately, Ellen," State Assemblyman Peter Norbert offered cannily, sipping at his cocktail, his eyes on Ellen from across the small table at Chez Henri.
"I've known you forever, El. Can I be candid?"
Ellen took a sip of her white wine. What was this all about, she wondered? But in the end, she simply said, "Sure."
"All of a sudden, you're sexy as hell," the middle-aged politician pronounced, a sly grin on his face. "I can't for the life of me figure out what's different about you, but something definitely is."
Ellen felt her face color slightly, but the fancy French restaurant featured a stylishly dark ambience, so she doubted that Pete could see her blush. She took another small sip of wine and asked coquettishly, "Why, Peter, whatever do you mean?"
"I don't know how to explain it," he began, still smiling, "you look the same as you always have. You're a gorgeous woman, but then you've always been a gorgeous woman."
He picked up his cocktail and still studying her, took a drink. "You dress beautifully, as always. That suit and blouse you have on is perfectvery well coordinated and business-like, not flashy at alland yet you seem to just sort ofradiate sex appeal nowadays. Help me out herewhat's changed about you?"
I know exactly what's different about the new Ellen Markley, as opposed to the old Ellen Markley, Ellen thought, But I can hardly tell Pete about it. How would he react if I answered him truthfully, with something like, "Oh, yes, it's my new hobby that's made all the difference. I love to get naked with a bunch of perfect strangers on the weekends, now and suck c**k, eat pu**y, and get f**ked over and over again!"