Suddenly my emotions all boiled to the surface.Suddenly my emotions all boiled to the surface. "My God!!! How could you do this to me!!?" I wailed, rolling over and burying my face in the pillows. While I was face-down sobbing hysterically, I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Don't!" I said, jerking away as if I had been shocked. I rolled away from him to the side of the bed and got up, unsteady on the hooker-heels with my legs still strapped together. "Look at what you've done to me!!" I cried, dissolving into tears again as I hobbled to the mirror and turned to face him, fists clenched at my sides. He looked so dismayed at the vehemence of my reaction, I realized he was expecting something completely different from me. "You're beautiful to me. And I'm not going to apologize. I did it because I love you and I am going to make you mine." Strange way of showing it, I thought. "I don't believe this is happening!" "I want to own you. Now I do, more than before. Try to understand that I care more about you than anything else in the world. You are a treasure to me." Right, I thought. Sure. His voice told me he was beginning to worry that he had gone too far. Or too fast. "Yeah, well you just disfigured your treasure," I said bitterly, turning away and looking in the mirror again. I was quite a sight: with the unitard flopping open, I was a slash of white nakedness from the crown of my head to my hairless sex. "No," he said quietly but forcefully. I have never heard him so intense and adamant. "No..." he said again, gently, turning my face to him and looking me in the eyes. "I stripped away more of your digni- ty." Oh great, I thought. Now I get pop philosophy to make it all better. |