‘What do you like?’ the sort-of stranger lying on top of me asked. ‘What do you want me to do to you?’
‘Ummmm,’ I stuttered, feeling the blood rush to my face as I blushed deeply, grateful for the darkness that hid my shame. I leaned in to kiss him, to fill the awkward silence that had so abruptly halted what I thought had been an award-winning performance of passion. I was well-versed in this script. But now, I was drawing a blank.
