Stuck
A loud cheer goes up from our backgammon game audience. Even those who’d bet on me and against Channing and lost their money are happy anyway because A) they know I gave him the game and B) they believe, mistakenly, that I did so because I knew the terms of the bet and generously gave them what they’d asked for. I guess they’re sort of right. The real reason is I’m selfish—what Channing can do to me with that body of his and the seeds he plants in my head with his words—God, it’s to die for. It’s also because I’m greedy and I want answers I think I can get here. Since he loves me enough, he’ll give that to me too. Really, this entire thing just reiterates that I’m a God-awful person. But here, in the romantic light, staring intimately at the spectacularly beautiful creature that my mat
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