The Blindfolded Encounter
Last summer, I had a crush on a man. When we met up, he brought friends and invited me to a group play. He (Mr. Charles) was a bad man who toyed with me, possessing both a large build and the kindness of a host. Even when I felt lonely or hurt, his dazzling and carefree handsome smile would gently win me over. In other words, I would easily submit to him. Mr. Charles came alone to the meeting plac…
M Hollingsworth
5 mins