“You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve got
lots of embarrassing things on my resume.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sure you have,” she says, her
mouth folding up into a smile.
I smile back at her and shake my head.
Does everybody know about me?
Erin scoots down more on the couch until her
head is resting on the armrest. She yawns and has
droopy eyes as if she is about to close them and
fall asleep.
“Tell me about your latest conquest,” she says,
turning on her side.
“I don’t think you want to hear about it.”
“I do, please. It’ll keep my mind busy.”
Well all right, if she really wants to know.
I start to tell her about the girl with the alluring
eyes and how I provoked her by biting on the ring
on my lip, giving her undeniable signals. I talk to
her about my technique and how I assure myself in
advance that’s all they want from me. She laughs,
shakes her head and makes fun of me. I laugh too,
even though I’m the butt of the joke. I start to
breathe slower because I realize that Erin is
relaxing and I am too.
I can’t imagine what she must feel and in
reality, I shouldn’t even think about it. I stay away
from these things, from defenseless girls in need of
help, comfort and support. But this one just landed
right in my lap without my permission and even
though I tried to push her away, I cannot ignore
