I have never once chosen who touches me. Archer chooses, I say yes, and that is the arrangement.
The trouble is that none of it lands unless he is watching.
My husband does not join in. He selects the man, sets the terms, and stands where I can see him.
He chooses big men. He picks the ones who make him look smaller, and that is the point.
Two nights ago the club proposal was still spread on the counter when he put me up on it and told me what the next man would do.
That is the shame of it. Not the club. That I cannot tell whether I wanted any of them, or only his eyes on me.
He describes a stranger's hands and I am already gone.
The proposal goes to the club board this month and there is another night on the calendar.
Chosen for. Handed over. Used by the men he picks. Watched by the only man whose opinion I have.
The partnership and the proposal die if this leaks, the neighbors share a wall thin enough to carry a chair, and I already said yes to Saturday.
What do I want when nobody is watching? What am I if Archer ever stops looking?
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