|"Sam I Am" (Photo credit: CraftyGoat)|
She entered the room. She saw him, standing there, wearing only an eye patch and a pair of Italian silk boxers the color of blood--the color of her shame, her humiliation, her love.
Mr. Grey opened his dirty mouth, and he said, "I am Sam the Pirate King. I am Sam. Sam I am."
She tried to remember every smart thing her mother ever told her, but all she could do was whisper, "I do not like that Sam I am."
He tore open her crisp white blouse. Fondling her trembling breasts, he said, "Do you like green eggs and ham?"
"I...I do not like green eggs and ham." Her voice quivered.
He threw her to the ground. "Oh, you like green eggs and ham," he said. "You like them in a train. You like them in a plane. You like them on the ground. You like them all around. You like them wearing leather--even more in stormy weather. You like them when I tie you down. You like them when I wear a crown. You like green eggs and ham. You like them, and you want them.
"No. No. Ok. Yes. I...I do like green eggs and ham. It's wrong, I know, but I can't live without green eggs and ham. I can't and I won't! Her eyes grew wide, and she felt a deep power weld up inside her. With a fierceness that made Mr. Grey's nostrils flare in excitement, she struggled and twisted until she was sitting on top of him. "I'll them in the dark. I'll have them in the park. I'll them here and now. I'll have them bouncing on a cow.
"But tell me this, Mr. Grey, is that a wocket in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?