Someone solid, steady.
No.
The idea of her with any one, especially one of those clean-cut, borderline psychopaths that the MBA programs like so much sent jealousy at me like an arrow in the dark.
No. Someone like that istoo young; too much a slave to money and wealth. They wouldn't appreciate her nature of unaware sensuality andshining innocence the way I could. They would rush at her with the same greed they go after everything, and would bruise that sweetness.
A girl like her needed gentler handling. Patience, a slow introduction to thepleasure of sex. Who was I kidding? The truth was I couldn't bear the idea ofanyone laying a hand on her. I wanted herfor myself. All this sacrifice bullshit is exactly that. I’ll be damned if anyone else ruins her. Damned if anyone else defiles her. Takes that innocence and hurts her. If it has to happen, it’ll be me. Not anyone else. Let her hurt because of me; let her hate me when it’s over.
What will she demand from me in this? She wouldn’t take more than I offer? More than I’m willing to give?
She wouldn’t.
Would she?