I locked the bathroom door behind me, turned the handle to make sure it was secure, and then felt weird for doing that, but he had done the same, as if he thought I would break in to rob and rape him, so I followed protocol. Made me think that he was closed off, that this experience would be horrible, that despite the good kisses, he would be done in a couple of minutes, five minutes of me staring at the ceiling and wishing I were somewhere else, then I’d lie and tell him how good he made me feel, how he was an awesome lover, and we’d talk a moment, he’d fall asleep in the middle of the conversation, then see the time and jump up ready to kick me out of the room so he could go home. Men were different creatures after orgasm arrived and lust was erased by satisfaction. The urgency to have you changed to urgency for you to leave. They were different after curiosity had ended. Every hunter was a new man after the end of the hunt. He’d be ready to kick me out, then change the sheets and call the next chick over to his room.
