Chapter 69

He steps out on the porch, footsteps heavy as he bounds down the steps after you. “Wait!” he calls out.

You really shouldn’t but you stop.

He comes up behind you and you can feel his hands hovering above your shoulders. He wants to touch you and is afraid to, afraid you’ll push him away. Right now you’re so damn confused, you don’t know if you would or not. “Listen,” he whispers. That’s all he says.

“This is a program,” you tell him, throat threatening to close over the words to keep them inside. You shouldn’t have to explain this—it hurts your heart trying to cling to it yourself. “It’s sort of a game, I guess, I don’t know. This guy at work told me about these virtual reality parlors downtown where he goes to get off. Anyone you want, he said, and safer than the girls on the street. Masturbation with a twist.”