I order another drink. Shit, not yet midday and I’m already two Negronis in. A young man enters the bar, orders coffee. He is beautiful and, suddenly, I want him.

***

A late sun pours over rumpled bed-sheets as I relearn how to breathe. I feel like my tits, toes, pussy, and asshole have been wired together and someone flicked a switch.

‘Where,’ I ask, when I can finally speak, ‘the fuck did you learn to do that?’

He lifts his head from between my legs, mouth still coated with my juices. ‘I used to read my sister’s Cosmo. Was it okay?’