"Stop being difficult. If you'd just let him tickle you he gets his way and then leaves you alone. You can go about your business". He was trying to convince her she needed to play along. Learn the ropes. She knew no matter how precise she spoke he wasn't going to hear her. His rules were for him. There was another set of rules for her. If she played along it was consent. She had already tired and it turned into something unpleasant. Her resistance was followed up by threats. What did he care. His position was solid. He could remain disinterested. If she spoke the truth she would be seen as hostile, bitter. Her ideas were of no value. He felt like a guardian telling her to play along. Playing along was a man's approach. Money was pulled from a pocket in a big roll. Just play along. This is how we do things here. She walked out. He had enough money and power to do whatever he pleased. All the other girls were willing to bend to him. She didn't know why she needed to. He had desperate people at his disposal. They would do whatever he asked. Her fear of playing along blinded her to the looming danger of not participating. Mental wellness having a sound mind. In part included learning how to manage these situations. Her mental state could withstand even if her physical body broke. The situation filled all the roles it didn't require more players. Outside again.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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