Because I am a fool with long, clumsy limbs, I kissed Michael. Like an abused dog, looking for affection, especially from the person who abused it, I kissed him. What is a silly kiss but a way to pass the time? Surely my dignity cannot be lost between hard suctioning and a tongue exploring my own.
He has a girlfriend, so the remorse hit him quickly. I lost my name, and became just someone’s regrettable experience.