I shifted once more on the chair.
Dave was almost the last person that I wanted to look at. I especially didn’t want to watch him f**k a bunch of people. I was here though. Though I still could walk out of the door right now, I couldn’t get myself to do it. I was glued to the edge of the chair, waiting for the inevitable. As much as I wanted to deny it, I was curious.
Sex to me had always been some form of punishment. The dreams and the monsters that haunted those dreams, were cruel things that used me for their sick pleasure. There was nothing loving about the ordeal. While I hadn’t ever thought about s*x as a ritual of love, I didn’t want to have it just for the sake of having it. And I really didn’t want to be forced to partake in it.
For a second, I closed my eyes, trying to gathe
