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I think of Lorenzo, and I think of him behind me. Then I think of him yanking me back on to his big cock as he slides into me.

Over the next two weeks,Lorenzo works between movie shoots in Miami, Dallas, and Spain, and we talk every few days on Zoom. We also both have dates. I don’t like that part.

The good thing is, we find no magic.

After, we talk about the ups and downs of trying to find someone special. Our busy careers, bad schedules, and the not always helpful, crazy world.

After a good day at work, and yoga, I walk to the kitchen island, while checking my phone.

I see a message from Madison, and she tells me she misses me. I reply, and tell her I miss her too. And South Carolina, with its stunning countryside and nature.

In saying that, I am enjoying NYC.

I tell Madison I’m deep into new hobbies, but I give little away. I also tell her dating is complex.

My cell chimes again and I look down.

At least you’re dating!

I sigh. If only she knew. My cell chimes again.

And no sign of Billy?

Sighing I mumble, “no thank fuck.” I type no, and I ask Madison if she has seen or heard anything about him.

My cell chimes fast.

No, and word is he’s skipped the state.

I think about that, then gasp and check the time.

It’s time to Zoom, and Lorenzo is now on a shoot in Spain.

As I pull a drink from the fridge, I check my tight black yoga pants, and my butt. I’m doing okay, my butt is getting toned.

I sit the phone on the kitchen island, and hit Zoom, Lorenzo’s gorgeous face pops up. I see he’s in some stylish Spanish hotel bed, and arched windows are in the distance.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” I say.

Lorenzo tells me about the movie set he’s on, and I remember the script. It’s about a woman on the run from some Mafia guy.

As the conversation pauses, I remember. “Oh, and check out my waist, now. I’ve been doing far more lengths swimming, and also more juices. What do you think?” Lorenzo sits up in bed, and he rubs his dark eyes. I see his lower stomach, and gulp. “Do you really sleep naked?” I ask.

“Yes, why?”