“I am thinking about how beautiful you are,” she said without hesitation. “I am thinking I wish I was as stacked as you are and then maybe I wouldn’t get dumped,” she said again as if drawing strength from her own boldness. She was drunk on a new courage that seemed to come from out of the blue like a hawk. I felt more naked than I had in twenty years. I could feel my body priming itself to be devoured.
“Bethany you are…” I began until Bethany interrupted.
“I know but not like you. I wish I was beautiful like you,” she said.
Her compliments and genuine admiration for my body made me feel young and beautiful in a strange and intoxicating way. I wanted to give her more of me to love and admire. I wanted to show her the parts of me that only a lover should ever see and feel. I needed to ma
