Ask him how

My instincts tell me I should just leave and not entertain this asshole any further, but my pride stops me. Deep down there is an uncertainty, that he is right in his assessment of me. I need to crush that feeling, leave no doubt in my mind that I can beat him.

"Prove it how?" I responded instead. My heartbeat racing as I waited for a response. In choosing between fight or flight, I had chosen fight.

"Give me one hour a day for a week," he said. "If I can't prove my point by then I'll concede defeat."

"One hour? Who decides where and when?"

"I'll make arrangements for each day, you get a veto of course."

"Clothes stay on and no touching," I demanded.

"Unless we both agree otherwise," he countered.

This was an amazingly bad decision. I realized that even as I made it, but I couldn't back down now. I had to prove him wrong. I had to prove it to myself.

"Agreed," I said. "We start on Monday?"

"If we're going to do this, we have to stay in touch. {if blowjob=false}Give me your number?"

Not finding an excuse not to, we end up exchanging contact information.{else}Good thing you already have my number."{endif}