Say ‘Please’.”
Her eyes closed for a moment, as if she were in pain. Instead I said, “Say it, Miss Santiago.”
Her breathing began to get rough again. XXX I said, “Carol, we just went through this: You like having me look at you—remember?”
“Ye-ess…”
“And you like being sexy for me, right?”
“Well…”
“Carol…is it true or not?”
She looked down and said, a little sadly, “Yes.” Then, knowing what I was about to say, she looked back up at me and said, reluctantly, “I like being sexy for you.”
“Good. Look at her. I made a teasing face and said, “Come on, admit it. …”
Her blush deepened and she looked down again before saying, quietly, “…Yes.”
“‘Yes’, what?”
“You know.”
“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”
“Oh, you…alright.
