Some will try to blackmail you, threaten to tell your friends and neighbors, your boss or family about what you are doing.
I wanted her. Every square millimeter, every hole. It was irrational. Stupid. But I had to have her, the thirst returning to contaminate parts of my psyche I thought I’d locked away.
I hear the door open. I don’t think anything of it, until the voice that shakes my whole world speaks. “Beautiful night isn’t it?” Layla asks me. “Hi.