my conscience requires I unburden my soul 

might as well; here goes—why do I call it the bait and switch move—because it is what happened. Not until everything was already in motion, no—I mean on the porch that very day …. it was only meant I was to be there as a friend. knowing me the way you do, do you think I’d ever admit what happened out loud?

I was not even remotely vaguely attracted to him but it was insanely too late