Chapter 19 Women, Do You Want to Take Responsibility for Me?

At a traffic light intersection, Ulysses stopped the car and turned to look at her, teasingly saying, "They would only say I'm witty and amusing, and they wouldn't resist as much as you do. They'd be happy to be led by me." But Farcona didn't agree with that. While he relaxed, she quickly withdrew her hand and slipped the phone back in. "They?" Farcona thought. Were they the women who just sought their own pleasure with Ulysses? Well, of course, they wouldn't resist. After all, no matter what happened, they wouldn't take responsibility; they'd just leave, leaving this poor yet handsome model alone in the hotel, like a discarded toy. She glanced at her reddened hand and mocked, "I'm not one of those women who'd let you tag along without any commitment." "To use and discard you as a tool for pleasure." Ulysses widened his eyes momentarily, as if not understanding her words. "Me? You mean I have no commitment...? And to use me...?" He seemed puzzled, so Farcona added,