First Encounter (Part 1)
I walk into the room. You are already there, in casual clothes, a blouse and jeans. Just sitting on the bed. Facing the door, hands in your lap. Anticipating. Trying to relax. I sit next to you on the bed. I pat your hand in a slow, reassuring way. You start to turn your face towards me, but before you can complete the action… “Stand up in front of me. Face me. Hands at your sides, feet shoulder-width apart. It’s time to inspect your offering.” You look at me, not really comprehending. I enjoy that. The idea that you are so willing to offer yourself to me, but not really understanding what that will entail. I can see it in your face… the uncertainty, the questioning. You don’t say anything. But you are nervous and …