When A Woman Wants To Be Your Boss, She Will Ask The Same Questions

After a run I showered and came out of the bathroom in a towel. My friend was there, laughing at me. She pulled on my towel, and it fell to the ground. No fault of mine. She did what she did, I repeated what she asked me to repeat. We were friends not lovers, except for that one time.

I spend my time with my friend, Hanna. She's a bit demanding, likes being my boss. I like that she is my boss. It must be in the blood. Before my friend became my lover I was a quiet student. I only imagined what it would be like. Now I know. When my friend asked me those questions after my run, I answered what she wanted, not what I felt. My current friend Hanna asks me those same questions, I do not have to lie. I gladly answer her, because I feel that with her.