It turns out it’s very easy to put a woman in your feet during sex. No. Not so easy… But there’s a certain pleasure in it—letting a small monster frolic. And if you drop all prejudices and relax, it isn’t hard. Hard is going down for real, when you realize the connection only works one way. That you can do nothing to make something happen—to get what you want. And everything you try to do in panic only moves you farther from the result. You can only wait and be grateful. You can’t even do anything to stop it. Does it break me? It breaks me beyond description. And the only thing I can really do so I don’t break completely is to hand you control—blindly believing that you need me, that I’m not indifferent to you…