 Maybe we should talk, he said. I shook my head no. Sweetheart, I can't sleep with you. I'd like to, but I can't. I don't see why not, I said. I honestly didn't. For one thing, I could be arrested, he smiled, trying to make light of things. I had no sense of humor. I won't tell anyone I promised. He put his hand on my cheek. He didn't caress me. He simply pressed his hand against my skin. It wouldn't be fair to you.