“No,” she replies, shaking her head. “And I don’t plan on telling him. I just want to understand.” “Understand what?” She leans forward. “Not once in the last five months has he asked for me to be…” She waves at me as if I am the embodiment of some internalized desire. “Dominant,” I answer for her. She nods. “Yes.” “I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s possible he never will.”
