Excerpt I wanted what she offered. A handsome man, she said, who I'd be the companion to for the rest of my life. And now I remember what she'd asked me. You like a man, right? Like she was taking and fulfilling my order. But I didn't consent to be caged and collared. Or maybe I did? I remember the phrase temporary discomfort for a life of wealth and happiness from her mouth as she summarized the terms. Did I consent to this? Did I sign to let her...