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Taken By Default

... I wanted to talk, to empty my heart at her feet, get all these conflicting feelings out of me. She had torn me apart inside and I needed her to put me together again. I knew I was making a fool of myself. I suddenly felt like I was falling through a bottomless pitch dark hole. How could I have been so foolish to let her have her way with me, to allow her to use me for her own selfish pleasure, to let her shit into my mouth and even gulp it all down, and expect her to be thankful for it? I was close to tears and knew I had to pull myself together in order to walk out of here with at least some dignity. I put on my clothes, including the stained shirt, and walked to the door holding my head up high. With the door in my hand, I turned around. She was still standing in the bedroom door. I wanted to say something before I left, to show her I was touched, but strong. Somehow I needed her to know that. ‘By the way, my name is Peter. It has been a pleasure.’ With that, I stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind me. Act VI: Where she slightly redeems me I looked left and right down the hall, which was empty. I walked left to the end of the hall and climbed up the emergency stairs. I didn’t really care if I should run into someone, but it would have been more embarrassing than I could stand right now to ride up in an elevator with someone in the state I was in. When I reached my room, the phone was ringing. I ignored it and stepped into the bathroom to start a bath and wash ...

... my face. The phone stopped ringing after a while, but almost immediately it started again. I knew then it was her. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, much less to her, but something moved me to pick it up. ‘Listen, I know I am a cold selfish bitch. I’m not apologizing for that, that’s just who I am. But I want you to know that I am appreciative of what you did for me tonight.’ I wasn’t sure what she was trying to say or why she was calling me, but I sure wasn’t going to be vulnerable again with her. ‘You’re welcome.’ ‘Few men have taken it with as much class and dignity as you did.’ She paused, waiting for an acknowledgement of her gesture with me. I said nothing. ‘You must not be ashamed of anything you did or felt tonight. You have pleased me, and that is something you should be proud of.’ Another pause, met by silence. I wanted to believe that, but it wasn’t easy. ‘I am not easily pleased.’ ‘I noticed that.’ ‘So I’m a bit eccentric. Listen, what I really wanted to say to you is that if I dispatched you the way I did, it is not because I wasn’t pleased with you.’ ‘You could have fooled me.’ ‘OK, you have a right to be pissed. But you stood me up at the bar earlier tonight. I had a right to be pissed too.’ ‘Let’s not go into that again.’ ‘You‘re right. Listen. I usually don’t do this, but if you want to we can meet again.’ ‘What for?’ ‘I don’t know. Whatever-I-feel-like for.’ ‘Does that include more of the same?’ ‘Do you want it to include that?’ ‘I don’t know. It’s all so ...