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The
line
has
moved
,
and
it
’
s
now
my
turn
.
I
stare
blankly
at
the
poster
on
the
back
of
the
toilet
door
that
extols
the
virtues
of
safe
sex
.
Holy
crap
,
did
I
just
call
Christian
Grey
?
Shit
.
My
phone
rings
and
it
makes
me
jump
.
I
yelp
in
surprise
.
“
Hi
,
”
I
bleat
timidly
in
to
the
phone
.
I
hadn
’
t
reckoned
on
this
.
“
I
’
m
coming
to
get
you
,
”
he
says
,
and
hangs
up
.
Only
Christian
Grey
could
sound
so
calm
and
so
threatening
at
the
same
time
.
Holy
crap
.
I
pull
my
jeans
up
.
My
heart
is
thumping
.
Coming
to
get
me
?
Oh
no
.
I
’
m
going
to
be
sick
…
no
…
I
’
m
fine
.
Hang
on
.
He
’
s
just
messing
with
my
head
.
I
didn
’
t
tell
him
where
I
was
.
He
can
’
t
find
me
here
.
Besides
,
it
will
take
him
hours
to
get
here
from
Seattle
,
and
we
’
ll
be
long
gone
by
then
.
I
wash
my
hands
and
check
my
face
in
the
mirror
.
I
look
flushed
and
slightly
unfocused
.
Hmm
…
tequila
.
I
wait
at
the
bar
for
what
feels
like
an
eternity
for
the
pitcher
of
beer
and
eventually
return
to
the
table
.
“
You
’
ve
been
gone
so
long
,
”
Kate
scolds
me
.
“
Where
were
you
?
”
“
I
was
in
line
for
the
restroom
.
”
José
and
Levi
are
having
some
heated
debate
about
our
local
baseball
team
.
José
pauses
in
his
tirade
to
pour
us
all
beers
,
and
I
take
a
long
sip
.
“
Kate
,
I
think
I
’
d
better
step
outside
and
get
some
fresh
air
.
”
“
Ana
,
you
are
such
a
lightweight
.
”
