conversation #93.12

"I need to be able to conduct my nocturnal pursuits of the flesh with some semblance of secrecy, mystique even."

(folding trousers, blouse, arranging on chair) "You what love?"

"I want to fuck you in private you bint!"

"..."

(growled) "Bint!"

(turning down bedclothes) "Shall I leave the wall lights on?"