Her Hidden Side

A couple of minutes later, a woman walks in. She is a few years older than me. She looks just as terrified as me. I feel like I have to say something to help her relax a bit, to reassure her that she is safe.

“Hi, I am Alena. Come in and sit. We can just talk, honestly.” Smiling at her, she walks in, sitting down. Sitting here, we just stay silent. I need to make some sort of effort to talk.

“So, I guess you don't have a partner?” Looking at her, I smile. I hope not, or, if she does, he knows she is here.

“No, I am not really the sort to settle down with a partner, to be honest. Not yet anyway. I have years before I want to settle down. Clearly, you and Jackson are together?” Nodding, in response to her question, I smile.

“We are. We are new. Only been together about six or seven weeks, but it is going well.” She smiles; her mouth looks perfect.

“Are you okay with this?” Looking at me, her question confuses me.

“Yes, we spoke about fantasies and things like that. This is his way of he