September 5, 2002
She didn't know many people there. It was night, and the structure was castle-like, very gothic. Decadence everywhere. They had slipped away. She was offered his hand and eagerly took hold, obviously being led to his suite. She'd seen this look before. They moved in slow motion. The passion that ensued was the most powerful experience she'd had that she could recall. In this moment, she realized she'd made a conscious choice to leave that uncontrolled, sexual openness behind in favor of the safety and calm of adulthood. Yet here she was now, feeling more than she had in years.