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slightly swollen and redder than usual, my skin is flushed and glowing, and my dark hair looks like it has had a man’s hands buried in it. I snatch a brush off the vanity and angrily drag it through my hair, brushing out the tangles. I will leave with whatever small shred of dignity I have left. I slip my shoes on and open the bathroom door just as he walks into the bedroom, still naked. If I didn’t feel so miserable, it would probably be comical.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” he asks, his voice low and even.
    â€œLeaving,” I say. Belatedly I remember that he picked me up last night and I have no way home. “Take me home please,” I add with as much dignity as I can muster.
    â€œI thought you were getting in the shower,” he says cautiously, looking at me as if I’m some mad woman capable of going off at any minute.
    â€œNo. You told me to get in the shower!” I say angrily. “That doesn’t necessarily mean I’m going to get in the shower.”
    â€œOkay,” he says slowly. “Emma, please get in the shower. Is that better?”
    â€œWhy? So you can make me come again? So you can prove your prowess with women, even, or maybe especially, women who are uptight and unadventuresome?” I spit out. “What’s your record of most orgasms you’ve given a woman at once? Four times? Six? Ten?”
    â€œEmma,” he says warningly. “You’re starting to piss me off.”
    Oh really! Well that makes two of us. “So what! I don’t really care if I piss you off. Be pissed all you want, because I’m leaving.”
    I head toward the door but he stops me, his grip like steel on my shoulders.
    â€œNo, you’re not,” he says matter-of-factly, holding me immobile.
    Angry, I try to shrug him off but his vice-like hold on me, although gentle, is unyielding, his body hard and immoveable as I try to push him away.
    â€œIs this what you do, Emma?” he says more softly. “Run away when things don’t go according to your plan?”
    I pause for a minute, thinking of how I had learned to avoid Tim’s moods and anger by simply walking away. He never wanted to know what I was thinking or noticed when I was hurting, so I learned to deal with things on my own.
    â€œMaybe,” I say in a small voice.
    â€œNot this time, not with me,” he says firmly. “I want your complete honesty. We are going to talk about this, and if you still want to leave then I’ll take you home, but you’re not walking out of here with some half-brain notion in your head about what’s going on between us without at least telling me what you’re thinking.”
    His face is stern and uncompromising.
    â€œWhy?” I challenge. “You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. It’s a win-win.”
    â€œAnd what exactly is it that you think I wanted?” he asks, and the hard look in his eyes makes me take an involuntary step back.
    â€œSex. It’s what we both wanted. And you got the added bonus of being the guy who could give me three orgasms in twelve hours when I told you I wasn’t good at them. To be the man to introduce me to mind-blowing sex that I will compare every future experience to. And it was, hands down, the best sex I have EVER had in my entire life.” I feel tears prick my eyelids and will them away. I don’t want him to see me cry. “I’m sorry. I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Thank you for a wonderful time, and I really mean that. I will never forget it. But I’m not going to be another girl so eager to have sex with you that I do whatever you tell me to do. And I don’t want to be your project. I’m not a challenge to be conquered.”
    â€œIs that what you think?”
    â€œYes! The minute I told you there was no way I could have another orgasm you were determined to prove me wrong. You ordered me into the shower!” I add