“So, what would I do while I’m out on the road?” I had always been able to hook up with new women when I traveled.

Danni splashed water in my face. “For God’s sake, Terrance, I get guys who want to go to bed with me all the time, cameramen included, but I don’t.”

Here we go with that again, I thought to myself. Unless you were a whore, a good-looking woman was expected to turn down twenty guys a day. That was natural for a woman. But for me to turn down twenty women a day…

I could hear Judi’s voice in my head again, pushing the need for abstinence. But the sex practices of men versus women were miles apart.

“So, I guess we would have a lot of catching up to do with you out of town, and then me out of town, and then both of us out of town, huh?” I commented.

It was the same predicament I had with many of the models I dated. Maybe I needed to stop dating models altogether and focus on stable career women who would be at home when I got back. But would that be fair for them? I got to travel to a lot of great places. Maybe if I could use my woman as a travel manager/agent or something…I don’t know.

“Terrance?” Danni called me from across the tub again. “What are you thinking about? Is that a good thing?”

Was it a good thing? I wasn’t so sure yet. However, heavy thinking wasn’t what a lot of women wanted a guy to do. They wanted you to act, and act on what they wanted. That’s why they were always interrupting a man’s thoughts.

“I’m just thinking about everything, that’s all,” I told her.

She could already see that, but what did it matter to her? She only wanted the answers.

AFTER WE HAD DRIED OFF, dressed in my comfortable robes, unpacked our late-night meals, and settled into my bed with the plates of food, Danni was no longer hungry.

I told her, “I’ll just save it all in a container then. It’ll still be good tomorrow.”

She handed me the plate and said, “Okay. At least I know it won’t go to waste. There are plenty of people starving out there.”

I took her untouched plate of food without another word and went to put it away inside the plastic containers. I planned to eat it for lunch, dinner, or even for breakfast that morning.

When I returned to the bedroom, Danni was all smiles. It was close to two in the morning by then.

She asked me, “You’re not tired, are you?”

I could see what she had in mind; more hot sex on a platter.

“Yeah, I am a little tired,” I told her.

But Danni didn’t care. As soon as I neared the bed, she reached out and felt for my dick through my bathrobe.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.