Her hand is in mine the whole way up to her hotel room, and I measure her from behind for the size of cage I could keep her in, smiling forcefully at her when she turns around. “Stop staring at my butt.” She wishes that was what I was doing. No, my dear, darling, beautiful doctor. I’m calculating how easy it will be to make you disappear, to keep you forever, while also making you fall for me, continue to fuck me, and smile at me the way you are right now.
