She is perched at the bar next to him.
She crosses her legs on the high stool. He appreciates the muscle in her thigh, and the pronounced shape of her calf.
‘You don’t mind if I ask you some questions?’
They both know he will enjoy answering. It is a part of teaching. And he would like to tutor her in many ways. So he nods.
‘When did you know that you were … the way you are?
He raises an eyebrow and smiles. ‘The way I am?’
‘You know… … a Dominant’ She doesn’t know why the word sounds utterly ridiculous and yet still sends a small shiver down her spine.
‘Ah. That.’ He is dismissive.
‘Are you not one?’
‘It has become such a cliché. I hate to be a cliché. That awful book … ‘
He raises his eyes and shakes his head. There is…
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