Chapter Seven
Lowdown Ecstasy
In a way, I regretted Honey’s departure. She knew how to excite me with her shiny hiney. But that was the problem: She seduced me into watching her and thoroughly addicted me. With her out of sight, I could think clearly and face my serious bind. Honey’s games started out like a big, role-playing joke. I thought she talked about cash because, as Freud said, money symbolizes s*x. That’s why I’m a banker. Forget the symbolism. Honey grabbed for the money itself. She made no secret about leveraging me into financial submission. She meant to bury me in debt and keep me in her golden handcuffs. I had to escape.
Glancing around the basement, I saw a door that was ajar. But then I spotted a toilet and sink inside. An enclosed bathroom offered no hope of an exit. T
