“You want to...”

That voice

“You know you to”

Within me hissed

“DO IT!”

Skull burning

“Look at her”

Heart throbbing

“Gossamer blouse”

Knees shaking

“You’re a good boy”

I remember

“Good boys don’t...” what?

I’ve forgotten

“GIVE IN!”

Sweet release

“Look at her”

Heart slowing

“Where is her blouse?”

Knees folding

“Do it”

I did

“You wanted to”

Yes, I did. “Now,

drop the knife.”