Chapter 10

After Omar -- moaning, insisting he didn’t need a doctor -- had “gone to bed” (in reality he wasn’t the slightest bit sleepy), Yuri put his wife through a whole jealous interrogation about what had happened in the bathroom. But Annette held her ground. She didn’t mention the old man’s “problem,” considering it tactless and humiliating for him. And of course, she didn’t say how Omar had wandered around the bathroom with his cock out and, in the end, had pressed it to her lips -- and she had let it in. Yuri must never learn that. He was too jealous. And too “just” in punishing the guilty. That’s what she believed about him: just, not cruel. And yet there is no creature on earth more frightening than a truly just person.

Annette was proud of the way her husband had spoken harshly to the old man last time about the inadmissibility of nudist habits in their apartment. But she also felt sorry for the old man. And pity, in beautiful Annette, always won.

Of course, how could she know her husband had caught Omar’s virus of lust -- and that Yuri, above all, would have been aroused if he learned what had happened in the bathroom. Yuri himself didn’t know why he was prying the truth out of his wife. For what reason. To calm the raging jealousy? Or to stoke some unhealthy craving?...