I reached out my hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he took it. You can't stay friends like that. There is no shame in not being a creature of casual lusts, he said. The woman on the bed was naked, and her eyes had started to glaze.
It was my confession, so I didn't have to meet his eyes, since it was my pain and not his. Contentment like a great warm ocean that filled him, floated him, held him, rocked him. Just get me there, and don't let me touch any of the clients. He did not tell anyone, but me, for the rest are trapped in Vittorio's evil dream.
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