The thing about begging is that the more you do it, subsequently the shame subsides with time.
Perhaps that's not right. I think what I meant to say is that with a person, like me and Alicia, constant begging can dull out shame. But with a peer, especially an obnoxious one like this dark-haired man before me, the shame hits anew.
Begging or groveling before Alicia, as many times as I've done it, feels as normal as a conversation between a stepmom and a stepdaughter. Everyone knows how the story of stepmoms and stepdaughters usually goes, rarely are they besties.
I may have resolved to beg Richard, but that doesn't mean it was going to be easy. How could it be with that glint in his eyes? That luster in his eyes as he
waited for me to do it.
