Sometimes these things work out nice and easy, for me more often than not, and for this I am grateful. I've heard plenty of stories about the lengths men have gone to get some woman into bed. These are the same guys who claim the chase is half the fun. Well they're full of it. The chase is work, and though it isn't necessary to hate your job, who in their right mind prefers the labor to the paycheck? And if the amount of toil is excessive to how much you're being paid, sooner or later it makes sense to get a new job.
But if I had to choose one thing, it would her detachment. It was impossible to tell where I stood. Hours went by like seconds, I ignored everyone else at the party, concentrated all of my energy on enchanting this woman. She remained by my side, so I assumed she must be interested. But interest wasn't enough for me. I was accustomed to women being enthralled, mesmerized.
The ensuing silence was like a gun shot in a library. It was ended by two more lashes. Then Simone did something far crueler than inflicting pain. She raised off of me. Never before had I so missed a woman's touch.