I can’t believe they’re doing this to me. Anal sex “That’s a very flippant attitude,” she said with a hard edge in her voice that I recognized, from the past, as the sound of knees snapping shut. See a therapist if that would help. I returned the favor and then some, stroking my fingernails up her wrist, slightly under her blouse. “I hope the Chinese food’s keeping you warm,” I said over the top of my scarf, my breath leaving a damp spot on the edge (I wondered what other damp spots were nearby. Her eyes watered and she looked 15 years old then, not 25. At midnight we stood in the front door, half in, half out. Had I wandered off the path to pleasure into a psychological cul de sac?
