Rafe became inspired and emptied his wine glass throwing his head back with a flourish as he stood. He went to his turntable and laid on a record of a kind of Moroccan drumming. My eyes grew wide when he began to move his body with the rhythm of the drums. He shook his shoulders magnificently, gyrating his hips in a very sensual and ethnic fashion. This was surely a courting ritual I had missed in my short life.    Excerpt from: THE ATTORNEYS: “RAFI” theessentialerotic.com