"Things had changed, Fred. We have not been together in years. You are not the same in bed either."
"But I am not doing weird stuff."
She swallowed her offense and let it go. "It is not weird. I like it and I am not ashamed to admit it."
"Well, I do not. And I can not stop thinking about… you know."
That hurt the most. Paul never looked at her like she was damaged goods. He fucked her like she was the sexiest thing in the world. In his eyes, Vulture had never touched her. He refused to allow her to feel sorry for herself. He expected her to be the strong woman she had always been. "Fred, you need to stop looking at me like a rape victim."
"Look, I can not help it. I try not to but it's difficult. If you did not ask me to spank you with my belt or tie you up, I would be able to look past it. But I can not."
Regina hated it when people viewed me as weak. What happened to her was not her fault and to hold it against her was simply wrong.
