“Can I ask you a question?” He paused with his hand on the door and looked at me, waiting. “I know you fuck,” I said. “So why not me?” I expected some speech about the importance of our roles and the value of the system our forefathers created. It was bullshit, lofty language with no substance, like our religion, and we both knew it. But that wasn’t the path he took. “You really want to know?” he asked. I tried not to fidget, but it was difficult beneath his stare. It was like he’d let his mask drop, and the force of his desire hit me hard. Or maybe I was just horny. “Someday I will have to
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