I sloshed shakily out of the church to the sound of her laughter, got on my bike and roared off. I felt some self-respect returning as I rode from the church. However, people were staring at me. It must have been around 6 p.m., and the temperature was dropping. I knew I looked weird showing so much skin. I felt embarrassed and, at the same time, stimulated over my continued state of helplessness. I wondered why I let Elektra cut off my buttons after I was free. I could have knocked her on her ass, although I wasn’t in the state of mind to do that. So I had let myself be placed in a situation of humiliation in which I would be unable to stop ‘looking cool’ even if people were gaping at me. I had given up control over my situation. Well, this will be over soon. I’ll be home in thirty minutes
