Married at eighteen to a guy fifteen years older, Lena spent six years on Valium, sublimating her own desires and learning how best to pacify a controlling, passive-aggressive shit. The best thing that ever happened to her was when he dropped dead at 39 of a massive stroke while in a hotel room with a nineteen year old boy he had picked up just off the turnpike. Now, a year of therapy later, a rich Lena looked for an entirely different kind of relationship, one where her money paid for the time and she called the sexual shots.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the sunlight, Lena brushed black bangs back from her eyes and stared around. This was the place. Lena frankly didn’t care whether her partner turned out to be a man or a woman as long as Lena got to be in charge. And she wanted to have fun. She glanced down at her faded jeans. Maybe a new dress, she hadn’t felt sexy in so long.<br/><br/>But first, she geared up her courage and headed to the front desk. "I'm Lena Vittoria and I have a reservation." Nervously, she hoped her previously faxed request that honey, leather cuffs, and black silk sheets be placed in her room would not be considered too outrageous.<br/><br/>She had the fantasy of role-reversing old memories. But then a sudden flash of panic filled her eyes, could she go through with this?<br/><br/>[<strong>I was unsure as to who remains open or would be receptive to Lena's fantasies. So I do not specify a particular ... partner.</strong>]