“You know what’ll happen if you refuse, right?” I do. And I want it to happen. Shamefully, our tickle sessions are the most erotic thing in my life right now. I haven’t had sex in months, and I swear there’d be cobwebs all over my vajayjay had I not purchased enough sex toys to open a store. “I do not negotiate with terrorists,” I say adamantly. “So happy to hear, because I think I’m about done talking, anyway.”
