There is nothing wrong with asking for more sex. In fact, it’s a healthy thing. I mean, would he rather you ask him for sex, or you go out and get it on the side? You have two choices here. One: ask him for more sex and hope that he agrees. Two: get really familiar with the closest sex shop as you will be visiting them for new toys every two to three months. In case you chose number two, here are my list of top vibrators that keep me company on a cold night …

I answer five more questions and then start my blog post while I’m on a roll. The sun has long set, so I turn on the salt lamp in the office for a soft glow. I also pick up my laptop and walk to the gray velvet chaise I have in the corner.

Another Summer Recap

It’s time to pack up the sunscreen, put on the shutters, and drain the hot tub. Summer weekends in the Hamptons are almost over. I can’t believe how the time has passed. It feels like just yesterday I was packing my bikini and a box of condoms. Although this summer has been tamer than the others, I’ll still miss rushing out of town at just the right time to avoid the dreaded traffic. But all that traffic brought in all the man candy I could want, and did I ever sample.

Now it’s time to cover up my naughty bits. Until next year, Hampton!

I attach pictures of the beach, one of my legs in the hot tub, and one of me by myself because I somehow became a hermit. I shut down the laptop and put it on the side table, then get up, stretching. “Fall, I am ready for you,” I say to the universe, not knowing that I was, in fact, not even close to ready.

Chapter Two

Mark

“You have two meetings this week.” I put my cup of coffee down on my desk in my home office. My assistant, Tracy, sits in front of me with her planner open while she takes notes.

“What meetings?” I ask her, looking down at my own agenda. I am finally back in the city after spending the summer going around the US. From the minute the season was over, I had a detailed travel schedule. Every other week, I was in a different city visiting my businesses. As well as goalie for the New York Stingers, I am also a multimillionaire business owner, but no one really knows. There is a reason everyone calls me PM, Private Mark. Don’t ask because I don’t tell. I keep my stuff private and only give what I want to give them. The reporters know that if they ask me about anything but hockey, I have no time to talk to them.