"If you don't get out now, it may be too late."
She said the last bit so softly that it hardly registered. My mind was spinning from trying to absorb all that she had said. Was I to fill that void? It seemed impossible.
"It's too late to get off." she said. "Do you understand what that means?"
"I think I do." Events were going faster than my brain could accommodate.
"It means that from this moment on, you are going to be totally non-macho." Laura said. "You're male, but you're my girlfriend. I'm in control. Can you handle it?"
"What do I have to handle?" I asked, still not really comprehending all the implications of what Laura was saying.
"As we go on, darling, I'd like you to handle less and less, for a while anyway. I want you to be my trophy girl, a bit air-headed, a bit of a bimbo. Just play the game with me."
"Okay, I'm all yours."