“Why doggie?”“I ... I want to imagine you in my mouth.”“Not an option without a spider-gag,” I said. I knew some chicas that had tasted bl...od with “fresh sausage” when a man tried to force oral! Unaided oral sex needed trust or an immediate known mortal threat, and that was just not going to happen here.She gasped in eager surprise. “Do you have a spider-gag?”“Yes, but it is not going to happen tonight. Not with the bag. Now, if you want it doggie...”She virtually leapt up into position. Then. What? We don't go down? Shit, who told you that lie? We go all the way! Downtown, baby! You get on with a brother and you on the number 69 bus. You know what I mean?" I heard it was just the number 9 bus." I showed him my tongue. "And I'd have to get a transfer if I wanted the full ride." Shit." He massaged my legs and I was getting butterflies as I watched his dark hands in the dim light. "Get a transfer ... You ever see that Speed movie? That's us, baby. The 69 bus goin' downtown with no. She was upset, of course. He couldn't plainly see that; only because it used to be different. She used to get furious with him. She would hit him, push him into walls, scream at him. She hated him for being suicidal. She hated him for making her fall for him so much that she couldn't live without him. She tried so hard to tell him that, but he would never believe her. Then one day she found articles on google on how to deal with someone as anxious as Caden, and she began to learn from those.. That was just a side effect. It was trying to burn it out of her head. She felt the…the program, the effect, the whatever-it-was, like wires burrowing into her brain. She gritted her teeth–real or imaginary, she couldn’t tell–and focused on pushing them back, blocking them out. Not this one, she said inside her head. Maybe out of it, too. She didn’t care what they saw of her, naked and strapped down and writhing. Beth no longer cared about trying to preserve the dignity of her body. She was too.