Chapter Twelve
I lay down on the bench of Casey’s new toy—the demo model we were all told, all meaning myself and several others in the room that I couldn’t see. We used the latex hood again since it perfectly hid my identity.
I reflected back on the words of the dungeon master who challenged me to reveal myself on the night of his exotic ball. Some days, in fact, on many days, that was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to give up my fancy, corporate life, give up everything for the pleasure, the risk, the danger, and I didn’t care who knew what a slut I was. It was a good thought, but I wasn’t that brave. My conscience always kicked in—or maybe it was the words of Robert Harrington, who’d warned that he wouldn’t let me take the company down with my risky behavior. Despite the fact
