Chapter 1
I was barely 19 when Sarah initiated me. It was a rainy Sunday evening in Aug 2009, and I had gone to her place to finish an assignment on the “influence of shadow banking on the macro-economy.” Her roommate was not around. I thought I was winning our little study session, yet I could tell she was acting strange - she had probably taken something “fun” - with her eyes lingering on me rather than our textbooks. I lost the battle to her when she finally pushed the papers aside and claimed me; in seven seconds, I was Adam’d, with just my socks on. But despite her taking the lead, by the time we were down two halves, she was barely clinging to life, her chest heaving with a respiratory rate of nearly three breaths per second. The only thing I remember her saying was, “You are a very strange boy; I thought you were innocent.” We dated for a while after that.
