“What would she do? It’s a question that’s more like a maze, one I can get lost in at the sight of any teenage girl. If her teacher tried to touch her, would she react the way she should, shove his hand away and flee? Or would she let her body go limp until he was through? I try sometimes to imagine another girl doing what I did – sink into the pleasure of it, crave it, build her life around it – but I can’t. My brain hits a dead end, the maze swallowed by darkness. Unthinkable. Unspeakable.”
