‘‘You said you don’t want to have sex with me, but it sounds like you’re shelving me as yours regardless. I’m not playing ball! You can’t tell me who I can screw while I am to live a celibate life in a room next to you banging God knows who.’’ Anger erupts, even though I am trying to keep my cool, and the edge to my snappy tone makes him narrow his gaze on me. He instantly becomes much more intimidating with practically zero change in his face.

‘’Yes, I can. In this ...