“Then where will I sleep?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“I don’t have an answer for that, it depends on you. But you’re certainly not welcome in my studio.”
My eyes bug out wide. The huge lump in my throat turns painful and tears begin to flow. “But I thought you wanted me to return?”
“And so I did,” he tells me.
“It sounds like you changed your mind.”
“I never said that. You pay my price you’ll stay ... here in bed with me.”
The tears flow freely releasing the tension. Of course, I’ll pay his price to stay. I knew I’d have to do that all along. But why does he put me through this torture? I want to ask him, but I’m not that brave.
He calls to my other lovers who are waiting outside the door and I watch cringing as the two men enter. I stare at the strap that hangs on his wall and shiver, k
