I wake up sweating from a strange dream. I was on the cover of an erotic magazine, naked as a worm in a forbidden position, with the headline: “Madeline changes s*x to become Madden”. A huge phallus adorned my crotch, a pure sight of horror. It was awful. No wonder I woke up with a start. But where am I? I see nothing here. Somehow, I finally found a switch by feeling the wall. I recognize Rosie’s guest room. I relax, everything is fine. My apocalyptic day comes back to me. I have a few vague memories of the boozy evening, of Damien’s passionate kiss, of the sensual dance with Gregorio, of Jacky’s charming friends, of Jacky in general and his proposal to sleep over at his place… Was it just to sleep? Should I have accepted? Of course not, what a question! I don’t know much about human rel

