The Ring Ch. 02: Consent

Some days went by after the meeting.  Days when I held in my mind her face, her voice, her words, her tone, her assurance, her nuances of expression, the look on her face as she spoke.  Days when I was sure that I'd failed, then hopeful I had not. Days when I wished I'd not said what I had, and had said what I hadn't.  Days when I cringed at my clueless presumption when I asked for her