I was staying with my father's side of the family in a building that was a cross between J&I's house and a hotel. A handsome stranger was staying with the family and staying in a separate wing of the building that was unfamiliar to me (it was his suite).
One afternoon we were alone together. He was doing some work in his room, moving things around, whilst I was siting down on a sofa chatting to him. He came over to me and sat on the sofa next to mine so we were close to each other, paused his conversation and looked at me as if he were trying to say something. And then he said:
" You know, since I've been staying here I've often been restless at night. Sometimes I need to go to the toilet, so I have been coming up to the bathroom near your room. I was initially attracted because I always heard some noise in this part of the buidling. What I've noticed, and probably no one has told you before, is that whilst you sleep you shout out at the top of your voice. And you say the most horrible, violent, crazy and evil things that I have ever heard someone say. This has gone on ever since I have arrived here, and nobody dares mention it. I think you should go and get some help."
I felt awful about this because nobody had dared mention a word of it to me before. I also felt like his intentions weren't entirely pure of heart, i.e. he wasn't saying this to me entirely for my personal good and well being. It was as if he was playing a game in which he was dominant and wanted to both seduce me and make me upset.
I remember later that he was leaving the building. I couldn't get what he had said out of my head. I felt powerless under him and a part of me wanted to give in to his dominance over me. But a part of me resisted. I went over to his suite, where he was packing things into a trunk, and went into his room with a wish that he would stay and something would happen between us...
