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Cassi shook her head at me, as if she was annoyed at my disbelief, but she kept smiling. "I told you not to laugh. But yes, that Stephen King." Let's see. I run quite a bit, and I like hiking too. Disc golf is a lot of fun, but I don't get to do that much anymore. I bake--I've been making our own bread for years now. I like to read..." Makes sense. For whatever it's worth, you look great in them. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get them from?" My first step was to hint to Cassi that I found her attractive. This can take some finesse, but if you can put the idea in a woman's head that you've noticed her--without seeming creepy--often times she'll begin to think about you in the same way. In fact, for many of my conquests, this was pretty much all it took for them to offer themselves to me. To be fair, my looks helped a lot here, but I think even a less attractive man could use this as a solid starting point. The distress surrounding the abuse of power by an older man towards an adolescent girl, with all its ramifications – not least a threat of pregnancy, is horrific. By comparison, a boy may not appear to have much to lose, but the long-term impact can be equally damaging. Every day I am reminded of what I lost 30 years ago, what I didn’t do, experience, or experiment with. In my case, there was no intervention, but, as in the Macrons’ case, interventions don’t always work.
I laughed. "Stephen King? The guy who wrote all those horror stories about killer clowns and killer dogs? You're pulling my leg, aren't you?" I hope you don't have anything too hard planned. I'm not used to morning workouts, remember?" Cassi said, setting down her bag. See, you're not the first person who's told me that," Cassi said, jabbing her fork at me pointedly. "But what none of you understand is that Stephen King's not really a horror writer. I mean, he is, but he's a actually a character-author first and foremost. He just uses horror situations to bring out different sides of the people he's created." They must have decided to sleep in this morning," I lied. "So, it's just you and me. But don't you worry, I'll have you so focused on the workout you won't even notice." I unzipped his pants and went down on him. He began to breathe heavily and tried desperately to muffle his moans. It didn't take long before he came in my mouth, it was very fast, I wanted to spit but there was no place, so I swallowed. After it was done, he thanked me and I left the theater. I didn't even watch the movie to the end.The workday itself was nothing special. Cassi and I worked together some more and ate lunch together again. I hadn't planned on saying anything to her about missing the morning workout, but frustration and curiosity got the better of me.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but I hoped the seed I planted in Cassi's mind was growing. I knew Cassi was going to be at the clinic with me all next week too, so I was in no hurry. Besides, I knew that if I were going to have a chance at Cassi, I'd need time to work on her first. I noticed you weren't at the workout session this morning. Decide to pass on my offer? No worries, like I said before. I was just wondering." We talked through the rest of our lunch. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed our conversation. It was a far cry from the usual meaningless small talk I'd grown to expect from Cassi. Like I'd begun to suspect, it turned out there was a real person inside Cassi after all. I had to admit, I was becoming interested in her. Listen, I know you're making fun of me now, Ian, but I know what I'm talking about. You know The Shawshank Redemption? Stephen King did that. Stand By Me? Stephen King. The Green Mile? You guessed it. Mr. King himself."At lunch, I made sure to sit across from her, and unlike my usual strategy of avoiding chatting with her at all costs, I initiated a conversation. After some light small talk, I transitioned to my hidden purpose--digging for signs of a real person under Cassi's boring veneer.
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