Somehow, she picked the pond as our destination. I was completely winded and broken when we stopped. She got off and moved in front of me.
“So, you… you f*****g had this dark side and just had to ruin my life to explore it, huh?” she said coldly.
I looked at her. I tried to make her see.
“Are you crying?” she said nastily. “Is the realization of your fantasy too much for your tender sensibilities?”
I was lost.
“I’m going to come here every week and beat the s**t out of you for what you’ve done to me,” she said. “I’m going to give you your fantasy until you are…”
I was so beaten that I automatically did the one thing that either of us did whenever we had gotten into an argument with the other, realized we were wrong and wanted it to stop. It was a stupid move and because my arms were
