“Because I don’t want you to be a fucking trick!” The shout was so loud I felt the vibrations along my spine.” Ask me,” I said, hating the pleading sound in my voice. “It’s just a show for a bunch of voyeurs. “I don’t fuck anyone but Darryl anymore,” he denied. You’d rather go fuck a bunch of strangers-” “I have!” He spat back, easily extricating his hands and pushing me away. The next time my shirt wouldn’t be there to cushion it. “Ask me for money, goddamn you.” I punctuated it with a slam of his wrists, hard enough to jar, but not painful-I hoped. If it forced him to answer me, then patronizing I’d take. He was definitely stronger than I, but right that second I didn’t care if he was being patronizing. He looked everywhere but at me, no attempt to free himself. “Ask me for money, Peter.” I grabbed his wrists and pushed him against the wall.
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