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cheeks turned red and smiled in acknowledgment of Tom’s rude behavior. Jordan was beautiful, though a typical flapper who married rich. I wasn’t jealous – her husband had one foot in the grave. We finally got time away from Tom and walked in the garden. I was enamored with her palace.
    “You have been doing quite well, for yourself, haven’t you?” I said so that she could detect no jealousy.
    “Well, not me, but my husband. Sure, behind every great man is a great woman. But still, he’s the one responsible, mostly. That’s why I told you to marry rich.”
    “Yes, well it’s too late for that now,” I said, trailing off.
    “It’s never too late for anything. Look around you. There are all sorts of incredibly wealthy bachelors around here.”
    “Well, I want to make a name for myself. I don’t want to be completely at the will of a man. Not that you are.”
    “Well, my husband does need me to provide him that much needed release at the end of the day.”
    “Oh, Jordan, stop!” I laughed.
    “Hey, don’t be such a prude. I’m the one that knows want he wants. Powerful men can be pretty kinky behind closed doors. Sometimes they even like to be dominated because they are so used to being in control in every other part of their life. My husband likes it when I make him crawl around and ride on top of him.”
    I laughed, as I couldn’t picture such a thing being possible. “How could I dominate a powerful man?”
    “I didn’t say all of them were like that,” she added. “Some of them like to dominate completely. Like Gatsby.”
    “What’s a Gatsby?”
    Before we could continue our conversation, the phone rang. Tom answered it before Jordan could get to it and began talking very quietly. I knew that he was talking to a lover of his that he gave Jordan’s number to. Jordan was about to interrupt him but I grabbed her shoulder and told her not to.
    Tom and I had not made love in over a month. I wondered what was wrong with our sex life – was it me? Was it not exciting enough for him? Should I ride on top of him while he crawled on the ground?
    “I’m sorry, Daisy,” Jordan said. “But you shouldn’t feel trapped. Look around!”
    “Maybe you’re right. It will be a good excuse for me to check out the other men in the area, without guilt. This Gatsby sounds enticing.”
    “That’s the spirit. But be careful of Gatsby. Like I said – he’s a bit of a control freak. A total obsessive.”
    “You’ve been with him?” I asked, surprised.
    She just gave a devilish smirk.
    “I showed him a picture of you when I told him you were interested in interview him. He asked a thousand questions and kept the picture.”
    “Interesting…how would you describe him,” I asked, intrigued.
    “Where to begin? Incredibly wealthy, gorgeous, and single. Not many know of his past, however.”
    We talked for a while about Gatsby and West Egg and how I could meet the man of my dreams on this vacation. Then Jordan began to describe the different ways in which she pleased her men.
    “It’s all in the kiss,” she said.
    “So what is so magical about your kiss?” I asked, mockingly.
    “Oh, you’ll never know,” she teased, before brushing her lips against mine.
    “What are you doing?!” I yelled, shocked.
    “Daisy, you are in a different world here. These kinds of pleasures are the norm for us. We get bored here – so much so that any kind of sexual deviation is a necessary indulgence. Everything here is done to the maximum. I suggest that you expand your horizons if you really want to understand our culture. It will help your article.”
    She moved her hands along my thighs and rubbed her cheek against mine.
    “You are far away from home, now,” she said, planting a light kiss on my lips which stole my breath and took away my protests. I admit, I admired her touch; it was more soft and gentle than I had experienced. I brought her head close to mine and began to passionately kiss her without shame.