.. my fantasy?”“Yes,” I replied hesitantly.“I want you to treat me like that guy out there. I want you to hit me, slap me, choke me, call me n...ames, anything you have to do to fuck me.”“What? Wait a minute, you want me to hurt you?”“Well, not really hurt me. But smack me around, dominate me, totally make me yours. And I want you to really get into your role. Really pin me down and force me to do what I’m told. I want to feel that power I just saw outside.”“Are you sure? What if I really hurt. ”“Well, Em wants to sense all of those things. She knows that I gave myself to my father when I was young. He never forced me, he only let it be known that I could learn physical love from him if I wanted it. He passed away when Em was only 3, so he never got to offer her the same education. My husband, Em’s father, was totally different. He ruled by force and coercion. He made me hate sex and he was going to teach Emily the same thing.“But then I found you last night. You are like my father. . Yeah, fine. Listen, what time do you get off work?”“Well, my dad owns the company, so whenever he tells me to knock off.”“Oh, that’s ... A family business. That’s nice. Listen, if you’re free tonight ... wow, this is awkward. Okay, if you’re free tonight, would you be interested in taking me to the Cherry Blossom Ball? Not a date or anything. My idiot boyfriend broke his leg at the last minute and I can’t show up alone. I have the tickets, it’d be my treat. We’ll just go, I’ll support my. I’ll recognize you … oh, and Robert?” “Yes?” “I cannot emphasize this enough: I will not tolerate tardiness.” “Yes ma’am.” Yes, ma’am, indeed – bitch.At 2 p.m. sharp, I rang the doorbell. She lived in one of those older houses that had once been the elegant home of some faculty member or administrator back in the ‘20s or ‘30s, a big house with large rooms and high ceilings that had been carved up by some later owner into a bunch of smaller apartments and single rooms, and rented to students. .