Chapter 5: More Revelations
The experience didn’t make things easier between us. I felt a little uneasy, like I had prostituted myself—for there hadn’t been a real sense of connection, and he hadn’t given anything back, beyond the usual tablespoonful of seed.
Besides, he now seemed more reserved than ever, though he still continued to stare at me in that odd, fixated way. I almost lost my temper over this, but not quite. Instead I decided to get him a bit drunk in the hopes of finding out what it was all about. People tend to talk about what’s on their mind when inebriated.
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I discovered him sitting at the table in the kitchen.
“How about a drink?” I suggested. I filled two shot glasses. He took one and lifted it to his lips.
“Wait!” I said. “A toast!”
He blinked. “To what?”
