I’d been in a relationship with my previous boyfriend for a year. It hadn’t been going anywhere for about nine months of that time but I couldn’t seem to pull myself free from the constant circle of Jerry’s abuse and pleas for forgiveness. The one thing I had stood firm on was not to agree to Jerry’s demands we move in together. Jerry was a possessive bastard who believed every man wanted in my pants and I wanted in theirs. It didn’t matter how many times I’d told him I wasn’t interested in anyone else. Jerry always believed what he wanted to believe.
Jerry and I went to an out-of-town biker bar to celebrate our first anniversary. It had been Jerry’s idea. He’d heard the beer was cheap. I’d much rather have gone to a wine bar or a nice restaurant, but anything to keep the peace.
We enter
