The blue/silver eyes of Mr. Adams appeared before me. His face stern as always. Brown wavy hair framing his face. He stood tall and erect not making eye contact. My instincts could tell he wanted to move but dared not. He stood as if to say "watch me" "am I good enough for you?"
The answer was yes. I could see a vulnerability in him. Sense it deep in my core. His exterior was a hard shell. Strengthened by the years. I didn't want to hurt him but I wanted him to submit. I was so conflicted between using my strength on him or walking away from a fragile human.
I placed my hand around his throat and slammed him against the wall. I wanted him to match my strength. I slapped him gently across the face eager for him to play with me and respond in kind. He took the hand that slapped him and bro
