She answered: “You know what I want,” her voice heavy and flat. “Yes. But I want to hear you say it. All of it.” “If you wish.” Her voice had the sound of efficiency, obeying an order with metallic precision. “I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands. I want you – like this – not hysterical with desire – but coldly and consciously – without dignity and without regrets – I want you.