Life Could Be A Dream...
"Well, now. Whatever's comfortable, I suppose."
She smiles at you.
"You know, I knew someone who used to kneel like that a while back. We had this little game we played together, where we'd come up with the most outrageous thing we could think of and have the other person do it - of course, then the other person got their turn, so you had to be careful what you wished for. Even so, it always escalated ridiculously, but that was what was interesting about it. People are so repressed normally, you can never get to know them if you don't let loose.
You know, to be honest, this book is a little dry - and you look a little, er, wet? Oh, I'm babbling, I'm sorry, I always do this with strangers! Tell you what, how about we play this little game together, you can go first, anything you want me to do -"
"Take off your clothes."
Your hands slap to your mouth reflexively. Did you actually just say that? Clearly you've taken leave of your senses. This whole thing - the walk, the park, the kneeling, the voice - you haven't been in control of yourself. It's like an embarrassing dream.