Convention Slave
“I want to go with you to the science fiction convention next weekend,” Michelle said. It was a bit of a surprise to me. We’d been sleeping together for a few months, and though she was interested in my life, she wasn’t very interested in my sf habit. “That’d be great,” I said. She winked at me. “It’s not the panels and stuff that interest me. I remember you talking about the stuff that goes on ‘after hours.’ I think I’m ready to take a chance.” ...