I don’t know what made it happen. I don’t know what made the change. But looking up at his face…I felt myself get wet. It came from inside and I could feel the muscles flowing, giving out that liquid…And he smiled down at me, so I guess he could feel it too. He turned me over and I heard the towel fall, crumple on the floor. I heard it, even with my face crushed in the carpet…Hard and steady on the back of my head, I could feel his fingers tangle in my hair. His palm print on my neck. It was a good feeling. And I got wetter.