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Chapter 10
“Whyhaveyouneverhadvanillasexbefore?Haveyoualwaysdone…er,whatyou’vedone?”Iask,intrigued.
Henodsslowly.
“Sortof.”Hisvoiceiswary.Hefrownsforamomentandseemstobeengagedinsomekindofinternalstruggle.Thenheglancesup,adecisionmade.“Oneofmymother’sfriendsseducedmewhenIwasfifteen.”
“Oh.”Holyshit,that’syoung!
“Shehadveryparticulartastes.Iwashersubmissiveforsixyears.”Heshrugs.
“Oh.”Mybrainhasfrozen,stunnedintoinactivitybythisadmission.
“SoIdoknowwhatitinvolves,Anastasia.”Hiseyesglowwithinsight.
Istareathim,unabletoarticulateanything—evenmysubconsciousissilent.
“Ididn’treallyhavearun-of-the-millintroductiontosex.”
Curiositykicksinbigtime.
“Soyouneverdatedanyoneatcollege?”
“No.”Heshakeshisheadtoemphasizethepoint.
Thewaitresstakesourbowls,interruptingusforamoment.
“Why?”Iaskwhenshe’sgone.
Hesmilessardonically.
“Doyoureallywanttoknow?”
“Yes.”
“Ididn’twantto.ShewasallIwanted,needed.Andbesides,she’dhavebeatentheshitoutofme.”Hesmilesfondlyatthememory.
Oh,thisiswaytoomuchinformation—butIwantmore.
“Soifshewasafriendofyourmother’s,howoldwasshe?”
Hesmirks.“Oldenoughtoknowbetter.”
“Doyoustillseeher?”
“Yes.”
“Doyoustill…er…?”Iflush.
“No.”Heshakeshisheadandsmilesindulgentlyatme.“She’saverygoodfriend.”
“Oh.Doesyourmotherknow?”
Hegivesmeadon’t-be-stupidstare.
“Ofcoursenot.
