It was almost funny.

You were such a womanizer, dubbed “The Kiramman Casanova,” but when you got to have Vi?

A complete mess.

Somehow, you always knew how to touch the other girls, how to make it good.

But this was your first time with the Enforcer, and, much to the pain and disappointment of your ego, you had no idea how to touch her.

She was laid out bare except for the bandages she was tugging off her chest and her pants, and you had no idea what to do.

You were thirty-eight, a good Councillor, a mature adult.

But somehow, somehow, you were fumbling.

You saw the scars on her body, and you were to sure how to go about touching her.

You wanted to know about her scars, to kiss them and to hold her close, bury your head in her chest and see it unbound.

Looking up, Vi took notice of your nerves.

“I thought you said you’d done this before, Bluebird. Were you lying to me or somethin’?” Vi asked, leaning back and tilting her head.

“No, I have, it’s just…” You trailed off looking away, like you were trying to be polite.

Violet was here, in your posh Councillor office, on your desk with your gorgeous little ass between her legs, and you were being polite.

What?

“C’mon,” Vi coaxed with a smile, grabbing your left hand and pressing it to her chest with her own warm, calloused hand. “Don’t be afraid to touch me. Get adventurous. This isn’t my first time ’round the block, either.”

Her breast was warm and soft, the skin dotted with little scars and freckles.