He shifted in his chair. “One of the museum’s extremely wealthy patrons had a son. He was a bit like you, self-confident, aware of how good-looking he was, and so charming. He threw money around like water and was a flatterer. I was impressionable. Remember how I told you that I had been saving myself for the perfect guy?”
I nodded.
“Well, I thought, ‘This is it.’ He swept me off my feet and I fell for him. All he had to do was crook his finger and I’d come running.”
Gregory breathed in and out a few times before he continued with the story. “One night, I asked him back to my off-campus apartment. Up to this point, we’d been to clubs, movies, made out a little. This particular evening, he was drunk. You know how they say that alcohol affects people differently? That you can become a tot
