I used to be frigid with him; Brian always left me cold.   I think it was because he didn’t care.  Or it wasn’t that he didn’t care, but rather I don’t think he considered anyone other than himself.  I’d come to that early on, recognizing his general indifference.  It was embarrassing, so to save myself I’d reverted back to an old high school trick to avoid hitting home, no reason to even undress.  Not that what we did, really did anything for me anyway, but then that was the point.  He didn’t do anything for me, and therefore wasn’t allowed to try, as the subject of me to conveniently faded away, disappearing sometimes altogether.  But so long as Brian was getting what he wanted in some at least one form, the method really didn’t seem to matter– still stuck in high school, I guess.

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