**Renae’s new rule – you must answer for the other person**
Tate: Ha. Let’s go. You’re afraid of spiders—
Kee: Am not! I just don’t think that having a spider climbing up my dick while I’m trying to get funky with you is not conducive to pleasure.
Tate: Okay. I’ll give you that one. So you’re afraid of spiders on your dick--
Kee: Thank you.
Tate: —your sister-in-law, Jeanette--
Kee: Hell, yes.
Tate: —and your full name. But in the spirit of your fears instead of just phobias, I would have to say you fear losing control and also being seen as less of a man.
Kee: Huh. I… Jeez. You’re probably right about that. I’m going to have to think about that. And while I do, I now get to psychoanalyse you.
Tate: Ah. I already know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say I’m afraid of getting old and getting fat. Right?
Kee: Would I be wrong?
Tate: No. But come on. Tell me what else you think?
Kee: Hmm. You’re afraid of people who put on Armani jackets with Kmart T-shirts?
Tate: True. That’s just unnatural.
Kee: You’re afraid of Donald Trump.
Tate: Who isn’t? Do you realise what that man will do to the world economy? I’m not even talking about the global isolation he wishes to confine America to. But the foreign relations--
Kee: Yes. I know. You’ve told me many times before. I don’t think your opinion has changed since last time, so I don’t need another lecture. But I have one more fear I need to find for you. Hmm. A deep one. *pauses* You’re afraid of people seeing the real Tate until you’re ready. Your clothes, your image… they’re all ways to keep people away until you’re sure of them. You’re afraid of revealing too much. It took you over eight months to take me … bushwalking.