“And did you?” KC jumped in asking.
I waited to answer because I wasn’t sure what to say. I had to think back again and that was often tough, especially after I’d dumped my story and the memory faded. It only took seconds for me to return to real life, I was desperate to quit that other place. “Orgasmically, I’ve never been more shockingly satisfied,” I realized. “Emotionally, I felt…” what word would do? “…dispossessed, denuded…how’s that for a feeling?”
“Probably honest,” KC replied. “You want to be treated that way again?” he asked.
“No. I won’t go down that road again, not with anyone.”
“Then I won’t ask you to. We’ll just skip over that and move on to something else.”
Was I relieved? I think so. But why was it so important to tell him this sordid tale?
The more I confessed to
