I walk around the store, pacing as I continue to wait for Trixie to finish up and pay and hoping that my legs will relieve my mind of some of its own incessant pacing, but it doesn’t. In fact, it actually makes it worse.
I can’t stop thinking about that contract. I’ve tried countless times to wrap my head around the situation. There’s no way he could have really been serious about it…but then again, he hasn’t done or said anything since I last saw him to make me think he isn’t.
…including but not limited to fellatio, cunnilingus, analingus…
An unusually violent shiver rushes down my spine and back up again as I remember the words it contained; words that have now been etched into my mind.