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“
It
’
s
my
pleasure
.
”
His
eyes
shine
as
he
leans
down
and
kisses
me
gently
.
I
feel
myself
responding
automatically
.
The
water
is
still
warm
,
the
bathroom
still
steamy
.
He
stops
and
pulls
back
,
gazing
down
at
me
.
“
No
.
I
think
I
want
some
answers
first
before
we
do
any
more
.
”
More
?
There
’
s
that
word
again
.
And
he
wants
answers
…
answers
to
what
?
I
don
’
t
have
a
secret
past
—
I
don
’
t
have
a
harrowing
childhood
.
What
could
he
possibly
want
to
know
about
me
that
he
doesn
’
t
already
know
?
I
sigh
,
resigned
.
“
What
do
you
want
to
know
?
”
“
Well
,
how
you
feel
about
our
would
-
be
arrangement
,
for
starters
.
”
I
blink
at
him
.
Truth
or
dare
time
—
my
subconscious
and
inner
goddess
glance
nervously
at
each
other
.
Hell
,
let
’
s
go
for
truth
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
do
it
for
an
extended
period
of
time
.
A
whole
weekend
being
someone
I
’
m
not
.
”
I
flush
and
stare
at
my
hands
.
He
tips
my
chin
up
,
and
he
’
s
smirking
at
me
,
amused
.
“
No
,
I
don
’
t
think
you
could
,
either
.
”
And
part
of
me
feels
slightly
affronted
and
challenged
.
“
Are
you
laughing
at
me
?
”
