"...When he's expecting the worst and wants to run and knows that he must not, in those moments there's a kind of electricity that runs from him to me and connects us, heart to heart. He surrenders to me in spite of his terror. At first I will give -- strokes of my belt and paddle and hand. And he will take, unable to escape the pain that takes him to his limit. But then the tide will turn, and he will succumb, giving me his trust and his tears and confessing his deepest secrets, narrowing what's left of the distance between us."

 

 

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