‘Nya. I always liked Nya. She is an extremely aggressive, calculating, seductive, go-getter. She is about 5’5”, 105, with a ballerina’s body. But her looks really did deceive me, and she knows how to play the game. She…last time I saw her I almost got her pregnant.’ What the hell am I doing, I thought. I’m hearing myself think and I don’t like how or what I’m thinking about. The fact that I’m so complacent about it is a double edged sword. I’m assuming that if I’m calm about something so wrong that I’m calm about major things too. However, what about my conscience. It didn’t question what I was thinking about. Maybe I learned to accept the past and come to terms with what happened. ‘I didn’t use a condom. I almost let go inside her. Which reminds me of her sense of humor. Quite dark. “If I didn’t take birth control,” she began, “My sister would have been an auntie and you would have been a daddy and an uncle…in-law!” It sent chills down my spine yet made me lust her more.