Have you gone mad? I exclaim.
Mad? No. His crestfallen expression mocks me. Maybe youre not as serious as I thought.
I am serious
but, youre asking for more than I can do. I nod my head for emphasis. Yes, theres my limitation.
Youre sure?
Of course, I am.
And what does your body tell you? Hmm? What will it tell you when you decline the opportunity I give you here? He waits for me to answer, then adds, goading, Are you sure you want to walk away?
I dont know what I want. I gaze around the room, feeling an intense pressure all around me. All the lights make me feel as if Im in broad daylight. Too much glare for a fantasy situation. Although its after ten p.m. in a presumably deserted building, how can I be sure no one will stumble on me bottle-f*****g myself
