"Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn't sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim."
― Paulo Coelho

Rick was knocking it out of the park. Every single time we were together.

The first month just once, even though I was highly suspicious when I caught him a couple of times in the hall a few feet from my door. He would pretend to care about whatever and I pretended to not see him. Every time I made my return back to my apartment I was more than pleased there still wasn't a notice to evict hanging outside my door.

Eventually, it was in the way he would knock, the light rap, and how his eyes stated his true intentions or reason for being at my door with my favorite pizza or a sandwich from Mabel's Cafe. The moment he came inside with some groceries, I knew it was a wrap. I just waited for him to tell me what exactly was going on between us, outside of the rent. He kept that close to his chest. I had to guess from his actions.

"What is all this for?" I had asked.

"For cooking. Eating. You decide." He had shrugged.

Once he was gone, all I could do was stare inside my once practically bare refrig and cabinets. I now had a carton of milk, two dozen eggs, a loaf of bread, butter, cooking oil, 2 packs of hamburger, 5 small packages of chicken, a couple of jars of sauce, canned veggies, oatmeal, and sugar. On the counter were my favorite cookies, Pepperidge Farm cookies, crispy milk chocolate chip, and a big kat bar. I cried happy tears.

Then a couple of weeks later a steady knock that sounded, I BETTER OPEN UP.

"Who's here?" Rick asked peering over my shoulder.

"No one."

"I could hear a man's voice."

"Any louder people will hear yours, Rick." I had warned.

"I'm going to ask you again, who is here in your apartment with you?"

"There was a guy. He's gone now."

"What did you do? Did you fuck him for the rent?"

I raised my hand to slap him. Rick had caught my wrist. So I hit him with my other hand.

"How fucking dare you? My rent is paid. By you. Any other person I decide to fuck will have nothing to do with keeping a roof over my head. It will have everything to do with my choice, my body, my fucking decision. Just as it is your choice, your body and decision to continue your fucking facade with your Fiancee."

"Leave her out of it." He growled.

"Trust me, not hard for either of us to do."

"Why do I allow you to make me crazy?"

"You are already crazy. Now let me go before I scream." He had released my wrist.

"Are you fucking anyone else?"

"No."

"Who was here?"

"A friend."

"A friend?"

"Yeah."

He moved forward and crossed my threshold. I had closed my door behind him. I knew Rick was highly suspicious. He was determined to know the truth.

Rick inhaled my skin. He started with my neck and my chest. He had suddenly gone down on his knees and continued his journey to sniff out any intruder hiding their essence. I was clean. He eagerly ate my pussy, causing me to go into complete submission. I had completely forgotten all about Eugene being the guy still in my apartment.