According to what Rebecca Tolman had whispered to me during our quiet moments of post-coital clarity, her high-society boyfriend was nothing more than a "gilded pillow"—impressive to look at from a distance, but hollow and soft when put to the test. Despite his towering height and athletic build, he apparently lacked both the stamina and the physical "equipment" to satisfy a woman like her. It turned out that Rebecca was gifted—or perhaps cursed—with a libido that far exceeded the average person’s, a primal hunger that her refined, corporate-ladder-climbing partner couldn't even begin to satiate.
Hearing this, I felt a surge of unexpected brilliance. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel like a bottom-feeder. I felt radiant. I had managed to decisively outperform a man who had ever
