At least it’s only one man and not many. Sure, it could go terribly, and I could hate it. But perhaps we’ll get along. Form some level of respect for each other.
I don’t have to hate this man.
I guess maybe I should get to know more about him.
Remi:So, are you like…weird? Do you have any strange kinks I should know about?
Gage: I’m filthy and depraved.
Fuck…
Gage: But as I said, I won’t physically hurt you.
My hand curls around the receiver in anger.
Remi:You can’t just say something like that. I need to understand the terms of our deal. And no, you can’t just say fucking for food. What do you like? What do you expect? How often? Are you old? Gross? Do you bathe? What do you even look like?
Gage: I’m six-foot-five, and closing in on two-hundred-fifty pounds. All muscle. As I said, I expect pussy, but I’ll fuck that sassy mouth of yours, too. Ass isn’t so much my thing, but variety is the spice of life. Those are the things I will do. The things I won’t do are: hit you, threaten you with harm, let others abuse you, let you go hungry, let you go without needed medical care. Your every need will be seen to.
I guess that’s as plain-talking as he can get.
Remi:How do you know you’ll even want to have sex with me? That you’ll find me attractive?
Gage: Men would fuck an electrical outlet if the hole was big enough. Plus, you sound sweet.
Remi:How old are you?
Gage: Thirty-five. I reckon you’re around eighteen with how you were supposed to be applying to colleges.
Remi:I turned eighteen a few months before shit hit the fan.
Gage: That’s good because I’m not a child fucker.
Remi:Am I supposed to think that somehow makes you good?
Gage: No, and I would never portray myself as such. But you should know the monster you’re getting into bed with.
Remi:Are you considered attractive?
Gage: Women threw themselves at me back before ninety-nine percent of them died.
I believe him. He’s survived this long, which means he’s probably physically fit, and he has no reason to lie to me. He knows he has me backed into a corner.
Have sex with him, or risk certain death.
Gage: Are you a virgin?
My jaw drops, though I should hardly be surprised.
Should I let him know the truth? Or lie, telling him I’m more experienced than I actually am?
Perhaps if he knows I’ve never been with a man before, he’ll be kinder and more patient. Then again, he made a point of telling me he wasn’t kind.
I guess I’ll go with honesty.
Remi:Yes.
Gage: Did you just never find the right guy? Or are you ugly?