"David, let's get out of here," I say in an attempt to make thigs a bit more comfortable. But the tension is crazy. I want so badly to run away, to go down the subway station stairs and be gone from him, but as much as he weirds me out, I just can't pull myself away. It's like he has this power over me. So I walk with him down St. Mark's Place unsure of what I'm doing.