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           Whydoesonemanneedsomuchspace?Twosinks,Inoticewithirony.Givenhedoesn’tsleepwithanyone,oneofthemcan’thavebeenused.

           Istareatmyselfinthegiganticmirrorabovethesinks.DoIlookdifferent?Ifeeldifferent.Ifeelalittlesore,ifI’mhonest,andmymuscles—jeez,it’slikeI’veneverdoneanyexerciseinmylife.Youdon’tdoanyexerciseinyourlife.Mysubconscioushaswoken.She’sstaringatmewithpursedlips,tappingherfoot.Soyou’vejustsleptwithhim,givenhimyourvirginity,amanwhodoesn’tloveyou.Infact,hehasveryoddideasaboutyou,wantstomakeyousomesortofkinkysexslave.

           AREYOUCRAZY?She’sshoutingatme.

           IwinceasIlookinthemirror.Iamgoingtohavetoprocessallthis.Honestly,fancyfallingforamanwho’sbeyondbeautiful,richerthanCroesus,andhasaRedRoomofPainwaitingforme.Ishudder.I’mbewilderedandconfused.Myhairisitsusualwaywardself.Just-fuckedhairdoesn’tsuitme.Itrytobringordertothechaoswithmyfingersbutfailmiserablyandgiveup—maybeI’llfindhairtiesinmypurse.

           I’mstarving.Iheadbackouttothebedroom.Sleepingbeautyisstillsleeping,soIleavehimandheadforthekitchen.

           Ohno…Kate.IleftmypurseinChristian’sstudy.Ifetchitandreachformycellphone.Threetexts.

           *RUOKAna*

           *WhereRUAna*

           *DamnitAna*

           IcallKate.Whenshedoesn’tanswer,IleaveheragrovelingmessagetotellherIamaliveandhavenotsuccumbedtoBluebeard,well,notinthesenseshewouldbeworriedabout—orperhapsIhave.Oh,thisissoconfusing.