The next day Lola admitted to me that she hadn’t really noticed my departure. I asked her what had happened next. She said there was a lot more f*****g, of a friendly, intimate kind. “I really feel affection for those guys,” she said. “I’m not sure why.” She said they had finished by all m**********g on her, semen spurting onto her face, her t**s, her belly, her cunt. She showed me a photo of this, her body splattered with the thick, creamy stuff, even in her hair.
I asked her if she was going to see them again. “Of course,” she said. “I’m in love, can’t you tell?” She laughed, as if it were a joke, which of course it was, but at the same time not a million miles from the truth, I thought.
“They want to take me away,” she said. “Somewhere luxurious. Possibly a cruise of the Greek islands
