She started taking off her clothes, and the more she took
off, the less of her he could see. Taking off her shirt,
toying with the concept of controlling him. Taking off her
skirt, knowing she owns him now. Taking off her bra, hiding
behind the nude body of herself and breaking into tiny
morsels, approaching him, not looking into his eyes, he
thought she was trying to seduce him.    She was trying to
escape. She sat in his lap, making sure her breasts
accidentally brush against his face, knowing he can smell
her fear, knowing he is mistaking it for lust. She rested
her head on his shoulder, knowing her hot breaths in his ear
make the small hairs on the back of his neck tingle. Closed
her eyes. He thought she was trying to stop herself from
throwing herself at him.     She was trying to stop herself.
From crying.  When she felt she's just about to break, she
made him think he cant wait anymore. She gave him all he
could take from her. She left, letting him think there's
more, think he did not take it all. Knowing she's empty.