You chose pussy over your own integrity,” he sneers. “Hope it tastes worth it.” I see red. It’s a switch, but all I want is distance. I want him out of my perimeter. I want him to stop bumping against my fucking chest. Like a reflex, I uncross my arms and shove him back. He careens into a punching bag. It sways, but he barely loses balance on his feet. He charges at me. I see the fist coming.
