Chapter Eleven
While I was contemplating what I would tell Oliver next, while those thoughts consumed me all day long, Oliver’s thoughts were turned to something quite different. When I arrived at his house that evening—by taxi as he instructed—it was only s*x on his mind. For me, that was a relief. I guess I wasn’t ready for another serious discussion.
"Are you aroused?" he asked me, when he took my coat from me in the foyer.
"Yes," I replied truthfully, not really expecting him to so quickly move to something s****l.
"So, what would you have me do tonight?" he inquired.
"You’re asking me?" I was wide-eyed and bewildered.
"Yes, I’m asking you. You have your fantasies, women like you always do. I want to know what would arouse you." Seeing that I was too astounded to reply, he
