Notes

In his room, I did came in one minute flat and got on the bed.“Pretty desperate, aren’t you?” he asked.“Yes.”“For God’s sake, why? We have plenty of time.”“How long?”“As long as you want it,” he said, ambiguously.If he left me, in short, it would be my fault. Psychoanalysts are like that. Never do her is my advice to all you young things out there. Anyway, it was no good. Or not much. He was only at half-mast and he thrashed around wildly inside me hoping I wouldn’t notice. I wound up with a tiny ripple of an orgasm and a very sore cunt. But somehow I was pleased. I’ll be able to get free of him now, I thought; he isn’t a good lay. I’ll be able to forget him.“What are you thinking?” he asked.“That I’ve been well and truly tucked,” I remembered having used the same phrase with Bennett once when it was much truer.“You’re a what and a hypocrite. What do you want to do that? I know I haven’t done you properly. I can do much better than that.”I was caught up short by his candor. “OK,” I confessed glumly, “you haven’t got me properly. Ofc.”