Unhoped-for, occurred
“Believe me, babe. If I had known that Philip would not escort you, I would have made up any kind of excuse and I also would have come alone, without Joanna. What a pity! We could have had a very good time,” Peter told me.
“You make me feel like I am an empty body, and you only think about s*x,” I told him.
I had a rough night. Obviously, Peter’s witty remarks did not cheer me up.
I could still see him and his wife clung to his arm.
“What’s going on, babe? Don’t you want me any more?” he asked me.
“Nothing is going on. Nothing. Believe me, Peter,” I told him.
“You’re still thinking about yesterday evening, aren’t you? Don’t you know I have never loved anyone the way I love you? Look me in the eye and tell me you know it,” he ordered me.
In the half-light of ou
