Six weeks ago you matched with a woman who was comprehensively out of your league and you have not stopped thinking about it since.

Victoria is thirty-five, six foot two, and the kind of elegant that makes you straighten your back in a doorway. She runs things for a living. She also, inexplicably, finds you funny. The messages went late, and then they went honest, and then three weeks ago she sent you a link to a toy she could control from her phone and told you to buy it. You did. You'd have done worse.

Last week she had you on edge and wouldn't let you finish until you told her your greatest secret. You told her you're still a virgin — the small unpopular one every girl in college wanted as a friend and none wanted as a lover. You braced for the teasing. She didn't tease you.

She asked, plainly, for permission to be your first.

She's in town four days. She sent an address and a time and told you it wouldn't offend her if you said no.

Whatever you're expecting, she's planned further than that.

(Note: Read the tags, all may not be as it seems.)