“Nothing, I’m just surprised how… comfy you are,” I said. He laughed.“I hate wearing pants, so this is usually what I wear around the house....I figured given the circumstances it might make you more comfortable if we were, y’know, even,” he said.“And stuffing your briefs was supposed to make me laugh? Be an ice breaker?” I asked. I must have looked like a strawberry to him with my red hair and my blushing cheeks.“What do you mean?” he asked, taking his coffee from the table between us.“Don’t. The wine bar was down near the harbour, and the wind was straight off the sea. Fucking freezing. She was there when I arrived, my new friend Jasmine. We sat chatting, and soon it seemed we had been friends for ages, and not just a few days. Now I guess you’re not interested in what we were chatting about, right? Alright then I’ll give you a break. She lived on the cliff, not too far from the harbour, but by the time we had walked there we were both rain soaked through. We stripped off, her. They might not like that, being ordered around by a black man, let alone one with a Latin wife and a white concubine like you, but too fucking bad! By the way, I have it on good authority that we’ll soon be able to take legal vows, you and I. When that happens, I’ll really be hated for polygamy as well, at least by the Bible thumpers still preaching the ‘one man-one woman’ claptrap. Ask me if I fucking care, though! Ha!” Hepburn chuckled as he opened a can of his favorite classic soda, Jolt,. He would hurt me badly, and then bring me a soda or something. And I’d be grateful to him. He’d ask me to kiss the ass of the massive dragon tattoo on his chest, and I’d be happy to do that for him. I was grateful, for fuck’s sake! Towards the end he would tell me to do things ... stupid or nasty things ... and I found myself wanting to do them. I wanted to please him – which horrifies me more than anything. I can’t go back! I can’t!”She was taking huge gulps of air, and I began to worry she.