NIN Pretty Hate Machine reverberated through the apartment and the haze of long island iced teas were settling in when he strode toward me and stopped within inches of my body.

He held up a brush and looked at me with dangerous eyes.

"Will you put my hair in pigtails?"

I looked at his shoulder-blade length hair and felt the heat rise through me. I nodded and pointed to the couch.

I sat on the smooth black leather and Austin knelt piously in front of me. I began brushing his straight brown hair and running my fingers through the baby fineness of it. As I worked it with my hands, my touch became rougher and rougher.

I pulled and held taut each pigtail as I coiled the elastic around it, enjoying the strain of his head pulling away in pain. Once both were in, he turned slowly on his knees in front of me and the music rose….

But kinda I want to…maybe just for tonight…we can dance all night.