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“
Oh
.
Does
your
mother
know
?
”
He
gives
me
a
don
’
t
-
be
-
stupid
stare
.
“
Of
course
not
.
”
The
waitress
returns
with
venison
,
but
my
appetite
has
vanished
.
What
a
revelation
.
Christian
the
submissive
…
Holy
shit
.
I
take
a
large
slug
of
Pinot
Grigio
—
he
’
s
right
,
of
course
,
it
’
s
delicious
.
Jeez
,
all
these
revelations
,
it
’
s
so
much
to
think
about
.
I
need
time
to
process
this
,
when
I
’
m
on
my
own
,
not
when
I
’
m
distracted
by
his
presence
.
He
’
s
so
overwhelming
,
so
alpha
male
,
and
now
he
’
s
thrown
this
bombshell
into
the
equation
.
He
knows
what
it
’
s
like
.
“
But
it
can
’
t
have
been
full
time
?
”
I
’
m
confused
.
“
Well
,
it
was
,
though
I
didn
’
t
see
her
all
the
time
.
It
was
…
difficult
.
After
all
,
I
was
still
at
school
and
then
at
college
.
Eat
up
,
Anastasia
.
”
“
I
’
m
really
not
hungry
,
Christian
.
”
I
am
reeling
from
your
disclosure
.
His
expression
hardens
.
“
Eat
,
”
he
says
quietly
,
too
quietly
.
I
stare
at
him
.
This
man
—
sexually
abused
as
an
adolescent
—
his
tone
is
so
threatening
.
