Until a few months ago, I managed to hold down a part-time job as a retail assistant for a horologist. That's a watchmaker. Yes it is. Go look it up. ...nyway, I was helping in the shop for this nice old guy, name of Dennis. He had been making and fixing watches his whole life, and his wife had run the shop until the previous year, when she had succumbed to some disease or other, and Dennis needed someone to cover him for breaks and so on. We had got to the point where he would leave me in charge. .you know. Son, that is exactly what we need to talk about. You see, right or wrong, I wanted to do that. I watched you off and on all night last night and all I could think about was satisfying your needs. I should not have wanted to but I did want to. That is why I am apologizing. But I also want to..." she stopped for a moment, a couple of tears running down her face, and she finally mustered up the courage to continue..."but I also want you to know that if you enjoyed that and would not. I figured being attacked in my own bed, getting punched in the face so hard it cracked my jaw, and then having to spend the night talking to doctors and police meant I could take the day off. Brie emailed my professors, thoughtfully attaching my finished paper, to explain the situation. All of them responded with support and homework assignments.That old Chumbawamba song kept running through my head, “I get knocked down, but I get up again. You are never gonna keep me down.” Yeah, I’d get up. They were so self involved that I was certain that they wouldn't notice. And I was glad. That would be too humiliating.I realized that I could enjoy this, not just because it was my fantasy. I could enjoy this because I knew they wouldn't actually hurt me. I knew that because Nathan was here. Somehow I knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. It was counterintuitive, I know. But I just knew it was true.I finally got a break as the men stepped back and started undressing. It was obvious.