Sophia found herself remarkably calm as she invited the young man in her car and drove away with him, fully prepared to pay this man to make love to her.  Now that it was decided there was a beautiful peace to it, a lovely contrast to the frenetic arousal she usually went home with from the clubs.<br/><br/>"My place will be fine," she answered him.  Norman was in London and so wouldn't be an issue.  Any evidence of their evening would be swept away by the maid long before he was home.  She felt remarkably little worry or guilt over any of this.<br/><br/>If there was some consternation it was when he turned the talk to what it was she 'liked'.  On the one hand it was quite arousing to have a man even ask her about that, to be interested in it, not to mention to be subtly hinting at all the possibilities.  On the other hand though, she didn't know how to talk about this.  She'd always been unsatisfied with her sex life, except perhaps for one relationship in college where the two of them had been wild.  But she didn't know how to label it, didn't know what to ask for.<br/><br/>"Well, that's a first," she muttered, driving him uptown towards their penthouse apartment.  "What do I like."  She mulled it over, glancing several times at the hot young thing riding in her care.  That was what she liked right now, just the idea of him.  "I've been married for 15 years, Justin.  I don't know what I like.  I just know what he likes."  She shrugged, then turned her eyes and that flirtatious smile on him again.  "So we'll just have to find out, all right?"<br/><br/>The building had underground parking, and Sophia drove the Jaguar below, driving it to their parking spot, in a dim garage surrounded by other rather expensive cars.  Killing the engine she stuffed the keys in her purse.  "Let me get your door," she said with a wry smile, climbing out of the car, smoothing down her black silk dress before she opened his door and gave him a hand.