That a man has a sensitive side and mine must be out now. Go cure him!”So I came back here and you are sleeping. At least you did not have shoes on ...y table.I sat there on her couch and looked at her. I felt that at any moment I would break down and cry. Yes that is how sensitive I was.Amelia got on the floor by me, took my hand in hers. She kissed my hand and laid her head on my lap.OK, I am a guy. A woman’s mouth lies on my groin, I get hard. I guess she felt it. She stood up. Grabbed my hand. I take a mouthful and kiss you squirting orange into your mouth, we laugh, orange is everywhere, the perfect excuse to lick your body, your neck, your breasts, your nipples. Again we kiss you squirt orange into my mouth, it has been warmed by your mouth mmmmmmmmmmmm. We drink we kiss we lick. I sit on the edge of the bed, the finger shaped jam and cream doughnuts opened on the bedside cabinet. You kneel between my open legs. You scoop out some filling with your finger, cradle my erection in the. ”“H…hello, Kristol? This is… Katja.”“Katja! Hello! How lovely to hear from you! How are you?”I waited a couple of seconds, then said, “Oh… I’m… fine. How…how are you?”“I’m very well, thank you, Katja.”I paused for a moment, as if uncertain what to say, then took a deep, shivery breath, then made my play. “Kristol?” I said in a timorous voice.“Yes, Katja,” she said, her voice warm.“I got…I got some photos today. They’re…” I stopped.“Yes?”“They’re… disgusting. Oh, why did I go with you and Ivan?. All of them dance students, and all of them, she would have thought, familiar with the musical drama ‘Fame’.Every time a door opened, she wondered whether the person exiting was his new lover. She picked up the cup and took a sip, her stomach clenched tightly as the tears welled inside her. She coughed and pulled the lapels of her jacket up around her neck.Her constant stare drilled through the studio doors; punctuated by people, cars and the occasional red bus. The petrol fumes spread around.