But suddenly Milton's hand whips around and grasps your wrist.
"Brad," says Milton. "I can't let you do this. As pleasant as it might feel for both of us, it's just not right. You're a perverted 40-year-old man, and I'm just a little Greek boy with a lot of growing up to do. I hope you understand. I'm going to leave now. Goodbye, Brad."
You sit there
dunbfounded as Milton gets up and walks out the basement door.