I couldn’t believe that I had found myself at the mercy of her seduction yet again. In all honesty, I didn’t know what I was doing, but everything about our intimate encounters felt right. There was something about her that replenished so much of the darkness that had consumed me during the past year. Yet, I was afraid of allowing myself to fall completely under her spell. I stroked her feet as she recalled a childhood memory. “I hated school so much. I was the one who never got dates, or was asked out, or included in activities,” she remarked. “So it made me hate everything about life. For a while, anyway.” I understood where she was coming from. “I kind of get that. I really do.” “I was an asshole. Most likely a product of my environment. The people I loved the most didn’t see the anger and sadness. It was irrelevant because I was a moody teen, and that’s what teens did.”
