I growl as I take out the car keys. A blink and my car is signaling. I lean in, slamming my hand angrily on the steering wheel.
"Goddammit!" I lean on it and close my eyes. Who the hell are you? I need you exactly the way you are, to get me all f****d up, to dominate me, to take me to pleasure in Hell, as these nights, and then cuddle me... I want to be your damn dog! But my chest feels tight as if I"ve broken up with someone.
I take my glasses out of the glove compartment and put them on. Finally, I can see everything with pin-sharp clarity. I dig out my phone and look at the two bracelets on my wrists. I have to talk to Erich. Does she always do this, or is it me who"s crossed a line?
