I think he liked what his power over me did to him. But he didn’t say so and I didn’t ask.
Neil and I spent the next day touring the Red Light District together, where I think the images that aroused me got inside him too. He didn’t say much, and, surprisingly, didn’t make the kind of lurid comments that I’d come to expect from Neil in sexually charged situations.
He did say as we returned to the residence hotel to dress for the evening that he’d like to purchase a girl for a quickie, just to say he’d done it once.
“I certainly can’t tell you not to,” I said.
That night, Jackson took us to dinner and then to a private nightclub away from de Walletjes where the entertainment was a particularly explicit live s*x show. It may have been the same nightclub where Jackson first beat me, bu
