"Show me your tits. And then, press them against the living room window. If there's a peeping Tom looking in on my apartment, he or she might as well ...et a good show."Kara looked at me, once again in shock. Things were getting progressively worse, and she had no way out. If I threw her out while I was pissed at her, there was no telling what would happen. I had done that with some other prick tease that pissed me off, and she committed suicide the very next day. Not that I have any conscience. Had they finished? Had they left? Was Marisa now alone, and waiting for me to return? I wanted to see her. I was feeling the strangest, but at the same time the most exhilarating sensation of sexual excitement I'd ever felt; something that 99.9% of all newly married men would never have felt! So, I drove back to the hotel.The person behind the check in counter gave me a funny look, but I just nodded and walked on past without saying a word. Then I took the elevator up to the floor our room was. "Have you ever had sex?"The doctor started, "This isn't about me..." I guess that means no. I'm angry at the police for locking her up. I'm angry at my mom for keeping me away from Roberta. I'm angry at the laws for being so completely stupid. I'm angry at you for not getting it. No wonder you are full of these stupid platitudes. If you ever had sex like Roberta and I had you'd know better than to say I was angry at her. My God, the stuff we did. I think I was in Heaven when I was with her.". I hadn’t noticed until then we were at Châtelet, perhaps the biggest and busiest station on the line, but I was fuming, mainly with embarrassment, so the rest of the ascent to the surface was in brooding silence. At street level, things were still bustling and I led the way to an intersection. I didn’t want to admit what had just happened and paced this way and that, not wishing to look anyone in the eye for fear of being recognised. What had I been thinking?! With my temperament, there was no.