It's three weeks later, a good day, and she's the one who shuts the studio door.

AdaIf I stop, we stop. If I say it's fine, it's fine. I don't lie about this one thing.

You agree to all of it without pretending to negotiate.

She sits astride you with the cane against the wall, and she is the one steering.

Her shirt is on the floor. She keeps a hand braced on your chest and moves exactly as much as she wants to.

When she goes still, you go still. It happens twice.

The second time she comes back to it she is laughing before she's finished, and she finishes anyway.

AdaSee. Not fragile. Just specific.