BACK IN THE SADDLE - "WINE AND ROSES"

He nervously sipped from the wineglass, watching her over the rim. So far, so good. Dinner had gone well, as always. The moonlit walk along the river, smooth and romantic. The cab ride to the five-star hotel room, just long enough. A quiet bit of wine in front of the fire, setting the mood. And now...

He watched as she smiled, disappearing into the bedroom with the monstrous bed and silk sheets. In a moment, he would join her. He placed the glass carefully on the table, trying not to notice the slightest tremble in his hand. Unconsciously, his hand went to his abdomen, feeling the slowly fading scar. He stood, taking a deep breath, calming himself. He had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before. He was the expert, right? But this...

This was the first one since...

He felt like a virgin.