I turn on my side. “You’re giving me mixed messages, Blue-eyes. I belong to you. I’m obligated. And that takes all the spontaneity away from a really good time.” I rise from the bed, and go for my soiled dress. “You don’t mind if I leave?”
“Sure. You’re free to go.”
“But not free to live my life?”
“No,” he says firmly.
“And will this reign over me ever end?” I ask him.
“I can’t answer that. It would be safe to assume, however, that it will not. This is your life. What you can do with your body to please us is your life. That’s been pointed out to you a dozen times now. Accept it.”
“Okay. Sure.”
I walk out into the evening, feeling the air around me, remembering that nights like this are beautiful, meant for lovers. I’d like to linger with that thought. But I hurry home instead. L
