บท 4: Chapter 4

“Well dear, I’ve always said whatever a man can do; a woman can do better and with less fuss.”

“Humph,” was all Martin said. After we got back to his apartment, he took it upon himself to hold up the banner for men everywhere by partaking of my goodness and mercy. With him, sex usually lasted twenty minutes. Martin lived and died by the clock. Three minutes kissing me, two minutes to suck my left breast, two minutes for the right, seven minutes to perform oral sex, then the remaining six minutes was spent thrusting inside of me. By the time I got wet enough to enjoy what was going on, it was over. Sex with him was like running to catch a 5:10 bus and getting there at 5:11; sometimes the bus driver saw you in the rear view mirror trying to get there and wait for you. Sometimes the bus driver pulled off just as you slowed down to catch your breath.