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argue with that, and I rolled out of the bed, feeling slightly dizzy for a moment. “Whoa, that drink was stronger than I thought.”
    He shook his head, his gaze reflecting remorse once more. “That’s my fault too. I put a sleeping pill in your drink to make sure you would be out of it while I got you ready. I’m sorry.”
    I glared at him, feeling the most violated I had for the entire night, which was probably a silly reaction. “I don’t like putting that kind of stuff in my body. I don’t take unnecessary medications, and that really upsets me, Mickey.”
    He nodded. “If you’ve changed your mind, I’ll still take it to the police station. I’ll even tell them I raped you, because in a way I did. You were clearly under the influence of Ambien.”
    I couldn’t help a small laugh. “I don’t think I was under the influence of anything except your proximity. I meant it when I said I don’t want you to go to jail, but I’m going to ask if you make a habit of the sort of thing?” I couldn’t imagine it, and he certainly didn’t seem like the creepy rapist-type, who slipped roofies in girls’ drinks, but I was a little uncertain about my character judgments tonight.
    His lips compressed, and he shook his head. “I’ve never done anything horrible like this before, and I certainly never will again. I never would have even considered the idea of hurting you or anyone if you hadn’t been Wayne’s stepdaughter. That doesn’t excuse it, but I promise you I don’t do this sort of thing. Every other woman I’ve ever been with has been sober and able to consent. Sex has always been completely consensual before you.” He looked miserable and perhaps disgusted with himself.
    I nodded, satisfied. “Just for the record, other than a few minutes tonight, this was consensual too. Okay?”
    He nodded, his expression lightening. “Okay. I’m so sorry for how it started, but I can’t regret how it ended.”
    I smiled at him, nodding. “Funnily enough, I feel the same way. Of course, it’s not over yet.”
    He gave me a sad smile, but he nodded. “No, not yet.”
    Reluctantly, I tore myself from him and entered the bathroom to take a shower. I rushed through it, his expression of sadness haunting me. When I emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, wrapped in a terrycloth robe, I wasn’t surprised to find him gone. There was no trace he’d ever been in the suite, and he hadn’t left any contact information. I didn’t even have his last name, and perhaps not even his first name.
    He did leave behind the camera, and I only had to rewind a couple of minutes of footage to know he had left the video as well. He’d left it up to me to decide how to proceed. My first impulse was to remove the video and step on it to destroy it.
    However, I hesitated with it in my hand. I shivered with delight at imagining Wayne’s expression when he saw me fucking Mickey. With some careful editing, I could remove all reference to his sister, thus preventing Wayne from realizing there had been a motive beyond desire leading to our sex tonight. I sat on the bed with the camera, going through the footage and leaving in the best parts, including the part about it killing my stepfather to know that a black man was taking my virginity.
    By the time I was done, it was a twenty-minute video that was surprisingly discreet, but clear about what had gone on, and it was basically a big old “fuck you” to Wayne. It was a way to completely reject his ideals and his lifestyle. I had already planned to walk away from the Chastains anyway, now that I had my degree and had some money saved for a couple of months of living expenses. Leaving was no sacrifice, but rather than disappearing quietly, I’d be able to go out with a bang.
    I giggled with delight as I searched through the writing desk the hotel provided, pleased to find envelopes and stationary, along with a couple of ink pens. I wrote him a brief, succinct note that simply