Head Games

"Well, sometimes, I like to take an arrogant woman and take away her independence," he said. "I like to make her doubt herself. Doubt everything she knows, everything she remembers, everything she thinks she is."

"That's... that's horrible!" She exclaimed.

"Is it?" He asked.

Was it? August wasn't sure...

"Yes! Yes it is!" She insisted, though she wasn't sure why.

"Well, ok then, I guess you'll have to take your dress off, then," he conceded.

"You're damn right I will!" She said and defiantly removed her dress. She wasn't going to let this little punk keep her from taking her clothes off!

"There!"she declared, triumphantly throwing her dress across the room. "I showed you!"

"Yes, you definitely showed me, April," he agreed.

"August!" She corrected.

"Really?" He asked, doubtfully.

"Yes! I...I mean, I think so..." She hedged.

"You're not sure?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No! No, I'm sure!" She insisted. "My name is...is..."

"April?" He suggested helpfully.

"Right! Right!" She said, relieved at having remembered. "I'm April..."

"Applebottom?" He helped again.

"Right! Right! I'm April Applebottom!" She declared, amazed that she could have forgotten.

"So are you, like, a prostitute my dad hired April?" The young man asked.

"WHAT?!?" April exclaimed. "NO! Oh my God, why would you think that?"

"Well, you showed up here in your underwear," he said, gesturing to her in her current attire.

April looked down and blushed furiously.

"But...but...I took off my dress!" She reminded him. "Because I had to!"

"Why would you have to do that?" He asked, as if she were crazy.