He must have seen something on my face as he said, "I'll leave it here. Let me know when you're done." He walked back to the other end of the bar. I must have had four or five of those when my mind snapped back to thinking about what the fuck I was going to do. On the face of it, he'd just been looking at porn. It wasn't cheating. The content of it, though. So graphic in its desire to humiliate and control. I was so confused. Did he want that? Would he like me to do that in front of him? Something snapped in me and I made a decision...