I had never been anything but a tender and generous lover, and now, for the sake of putting on a show for Sabine, and the fact that I was still genuinely angry with Sylvia, I was discovering that what she really wanted was to be taken like a whore. There’s a good sport.” before plopping down on my sofa, and making herself at home, looking up at me in that way that drunk girls often do. XXX I stopped spying on her in the bathroom, and I would only masturbate if she either wasn’t home, or if she had already been in bed for a few hours. I could no longer see the light coming through the keyhole on the door to the hallway, which meant that Sabine had probably been




















