We got inside the car and drove back to the shack. Soon, we were in the basement, more of a dark lair than anything else.
Nicholas and I got undressed, and he stood near me with what looked like pieces of chocolate. He reached for my mouth without letting me touch it. “Eat.”
I took the piece in my mouth. It was actually pretty good for dark chocolate, but I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about running to the toilet the more I ate. This happened plenty of more times until I did have to go, rushing and taking a seat in the deepest of humiliations.
“Don’t focus on my presence, Jacques. Just do it and we’ll get you washed thoroughly.”
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. This was totally wrong, totally embarrassing, and I burst into a bit of tears. Yet I couldn’t get myself to leave. I didn’t wantto leave. If only I knew why that was. But I did it. I finished after what felt like eternity. I flushed and struggled with finding the toilet paper.
“In the shower. Now.”