“This is what you want?” he asks. I shrug. “You told me to be honest. I just…tried to be honest.” “You know all of this isn’t happening tonight,” he says, pointing to the paper. “I know.” “But watching me with another woman…would turn you on?” I feel my insides start to warm up with embarrassment. Why is this stuff so hard to talk about? “Not any woman,” I reply, which I thought would ease his nerves.
