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“
Good
.
”
There
’
s
a
trace
of
humor
lurking
in
his
eyes
.
“
I
want
a
glass
of
water
.
Go
and
fetch
one
for
me
please
.
”
Oh
.
“
And
when
you
come
back
,
I
shall
put
you
across
my
knee
.
Think
about
that
,
Anastasia
.
”
Water
?
He
wants
water
—
now
—
why
?
As
I
leave
the
bedroom
,
it
becomes
abundantly
clear
why
he
wants
me
to
walk
around
—
as
I
do
,
the
balls
weigh
down
inside
me
,
massaging
me
internally
.
It
’
s
such
a
weird
feeling
and
not
entirely
unpleasant
.
In
fact
,
my
breathing
accelerates
as
I
stretch
up
for
a
glass
from
the
kitchen
cabinet
,
and
I
gasp
.
Oh
my
…
I
may
have
to
keep
these
.
They
make
me
needy
,
needy
for
sex
.
He
’
s
watching
me
carefully
when
I
return
.
“
Thank
you
,
”
he
says
as
he
takes
the
glass
from
me
.
Slowly
,
he
takes
a
sip
,
then
places
the
glass
on
his
bedside
table
.
There
’
s
a
foil
packet
,
ready
and
waiting
,
like
me
.
And
I
know
he
’
s
doing
this
to
build
the
anticipation
.
My
heart
has
picked
up
a
beat
.
He
turns
his
bright
gray
gaze
to
mine
.
