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Chapter 12
I’venevercollaredanyone.”
Oh…shouldIbesurprisedbythis?Iknowsolittleaboutthescene…Idon’tknow.
“Wereyoucollared?”Iwhisper.
“Yes.”
“ByMrs.Robinson?”
“Mrs.Robinson!”Helaughsloudly,freely,andhelookssoyoungandcarefree,hisheadthrownback,hislaughterinfectious.
Igrinbackathim.
“I’lltellheryousaidthat;she’llloveit.”
“Youstilltalktoherregularly?”Ican’tkeeptheshockoutofmyvoice.
“Yes.”He’sseriousnow.
Oh…andpartofmeissuddenlyinsanelyjealous—I’mdisturbedbythedepthofmyfeeling.
“Isee.”Myvoiceistight.“Soyouhavesomeoneyoucandiscussyouralternativelifestylewith,butI’mnotallowed.”
Hefrowns.
“Idon’tthinkI’veeverthoughtaboutitlikethat.Mrs.Robinsonwaspartofthatlifestyle.Itoldyou,she’sagoodfriendnow.Ifyou’dlike,Icanintroduceyoutooneofmyformersubs.Youcouldtalktoher.”
What?Ishedeliberatelytryingtoupsetme?
“Isthisyourideaofajoke?
“No,Anastasia.”He’sbemusedasheshakeshishead.
“No—I’lldothisonmyown,thankyouverymuch,”Isnapathim,pullingtheduvetuptomychin.
Hestaresatme,atsea,surprised.
“Anastasia,I…”He’slostforwords.Afirst,Ithink.“Ididn’tmeantooffendyou.”
“I’mnotoffended.I’mappalled.”
“Appalled?”
“Idon’twanttotalktooneofyourex-girlfriends…slave…sub…whateveryoucallthem.”
“AnastasiaSteele—areyoujealous?”
Iflush,crimson.
