From across the room, I noted how her eyes purposely avoided mine. His delight was clear when she subtly shook her head and tossed the gold foil package to the floor. Unopened. Her body melted into his as she guided him into hers, raw. It felt dirty this way, and she loved being dirty. She figured I’d get over it, and if I didn’t? It’s her cunt after all, isn’t it? Later, when I reclaimed her, we’d ignore her defiance but share her shameless pleasure.