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“But I asked! Okay, so I was a little drunk at the time, but I still asked.”

“Yes, but… even then, you were still putting the burden on me.”

“Through your words.”

“Okay, you know how words are important to me, right? I… paint with them, like you said. Well, when you paint with oils or acrylics, brushstrokes matter. You paint up and to the left, the light reflects one way. Side to side, another. You follow me?”

“Duh. I’m a better painter than you.”

I grinned in spite of her tart reply.

“Nothing, really. Well, nothing that has to do with what we’re talking about.

“I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or—?”

“No, I really like it. But where were we? Yeah, words. So, they’re like brushstrokes. Say them one way and they mean one thing. Say them another and they mean something different.”

“Yeah, they do. Listen: what’s the difference between ‘I want to…’ and ‘I want you to…’?”

“Nothing. Well, no. Duh, I hear the difference.

“Responsibility. Who’s responsible for the actions? You or me?”

“Well… you. And me.” She shook her head in irritation. “Who cares?”

“I know. And you can’t change overnight. But I notice little things like how you ask. And just so you know, I don’t mind taking charge and ‘making’

you do things. I have a dominant personality—”

“You can say that again.”

“—but I don’t want you to feel guilty about anything I ‘make’ you do.”

“Neither do I.

“It’s just the way you are.”

“For now,” I continued. “I get it. But a mindset is like anything else—you can learn it.”

“Like discipline and determination.”

“So you want me to learn… what? How to be like you?”

“Oh, God no! I’m a huge mess of doubts and insecurities.”

“Coulda fooled me,” she said with a grin.

“Well, not about sex. I know what I want and I’m going to get it.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“You… on your back… legs spread… crying out as I fuck you.

“Or, even better! On your knees… sucking my cock… begging for more.”

“My mother taught me not to speak with my mouth full.”

“Ha! Okay. Then we’ll have to find a way for you to beg with your mouth full.”

“Maybe with my eyes?” She showed me.

“Awesome! I’ll practice.”

“Perfect. How about now? Are you ready to ask?”

“It’s okay,” I said. “One step at a time. You have to understand the problem before you can fix it.”

“Speaking of problems,” she said.