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"Who are you?"

A simple question such as this never has an easy answer. It put him on the spot and he had but two choices: to think about it seriously and respond or to deflect her question with a joke about butt plugs. "You are what you plug...." But there was no laughter at his response.

For two years she had been wracking her brain wondering who this man really was. Perhaps she was trying to understand who she was through his answer. She had after all decided to stay with him through two years of torment caused by his inability to form concrete opinions. After all this time she knew she had to prod him to answer...to give word to the unspoken between them.

They had been two opposites flung together through their shared love of juxtapositions. Why not them? they thought to themselves as they entered an agreement where they knew not all the rules. The unspoken seemed to heighten all that they had said. They did not expect their fuel to run out short of the finish line.

"I'm a man of too few words and two great emotions....love and fear." But just what had driven him to such extremes in their relationship? He now had to leave the house at night to find any open mic into which to pour his angst at being a normal twenty-something year old on his way to seeing his life laid out before him, simply uncomplicated. He didn't want this. He wasn't sure he could live so easily. The truth was he was not ready to be ready with her.

She knew the answer as well but like most women could not bear the idea of being alone. She would rather be miserable with someone, anyone, with him. She knew it would be over when she accepted that she wanted to be dominated. Not in a demeaning way, rather in a way that praised her for being so hard to control. Some people needed to be broken. She wanted to be broken. She was tired of holding the reins. The bitch act was getting old. She placed an add in craigslist the next day and was overwhelmed by the sheer number of responses. The men spoke highly of their abilities and claimed to know the secret of her submission. This only, mildly impressed her. At this point she did not know what she wanted, but she did know that she had to end it with mr. butt plug.

"It's over. I told you it was a good idea not to move out of your place. Now you'll just have to hire some movers to get all of your shit out of here. We both know this is the logical conlusion to be reached so why not get to it sooner rather than later. But before you go, would you care for one last shag? If I could only make one suggestion.....?"

"Of course."