I get What I Want

 "You're beautiful," he says as he leans over the mirror and snorts perfect lines of snow. I was laying naked in his bed, wondering how funny this all was. In my mind I was 18 again...standing next to him and running my fingers through his hair. I felt so used then but its only a matter time until the abused become the abuser. Now at 22, I call him when my legs turn shaky and my panties wet. HA! I get what I want.