“Anyway, he started the bit about being in love with me, wanting to have s*x with me. I told him that I don’t have s*x, but he begged me, crying like a child, begging me to masturbate him. I consented just so he would stop screaming. It was a disaster. His withered little organ would do nothing. It looked like a dried worm. Finally, when I was afraid that it would start bleeding, he rushed out of the store, naked from the waist down, and tried to run his wheelchair head-on into the street traffic. I realized that I had made a mistake, so I drove to the motel to find you. And you know the rest.”
“But Malany, why me? I was just beginning to make it on my own again. It was all beginning to make sense. I don’t need you.”
“Yes, you do, Beckman. We need each other. I can admit that now.”
“Yes
