Mistress Selene watched Keith across the small restaurant table as he finished his wine. They had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Dinner dates, quiet conversations, long walks afterward. Keith was thoughtful, attentive, and surprisingly easy to talk to. There was an ease to him that Selene appreciated. But there was something he didn’t know. And Selene had reached the point where she believed he should. Keith leaned back in his chair. “You’re quiet tonight.” Selen