But why? I take another sip, and when I put the glass down, I lean forward a little. What did I just see? You were standing on the edge of a cliff. A few heads turn to look at us as we leave the club. As if something inside you was pushing you to do what you didn’t want yourself. I would have done anything for you, I did. That’s the only reason I succeeded. Or because the fear and the lust have increased to a mixture of powerlessness that I can’t resist. I take another sip, and when I put the glass down, I lean forward a little. And why does it turn me on so much? I move forward a little, and the fingers on my pussy twitch slightly. You don’t come any closer, even though I wish you would, despite the fear. I would dance for you. You’re looking for a reason to be mad at me, but one that doesn’t shame you. You’re not intercepting me. I excuse myself briefly to go to the bathroom. What are you even doing here? No slip, just
