“Feel free to sit down, Mark.”

I walked toward her, and sat down in the chair in front of her as quickly as I could.

“I see you’re wearing leather pants, Mark, are those the same pants that got you here? Let’s talk about them, shall we?”

She noticed my pants… Could she tell what was in them?

“Y-Yeah, sure. I-I see you’re wearing a suede jacket, a very high quality one too. It’s made from a real cow, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, Mark. You seem to have quite the eye for hide.”

I laughed a bit. “And you have the nicest I’ve ever seen.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me a little funny.

“I-I mean your jacket is really nice, may I touch it?” I wiped my hands on my shirt, to make sure I didn’t get any dirt on that lovely suede of hers…

“Yes, you can, Mark.” She extended the suede sleeve of her jacket to me, as well as her hand.

I reached toward her slowly…