Chapter 9

... Yuri came, too. But alone, in the dark apartment, abandoned, forsaken. He groans softly, not knowing whether he is groaning from pleasure or from the distress of his wife’s continued absence. Nobody thinks about him. Let’s not either. Nobody feels sorry for a whiner. Especially since he has something to do -- Yuri has gone back to masturbating.

Yes, he’s alone, while the other three amuse themselves. But he made all of this happen himself; he always had, and still has, a choice. No need to help someone who doesn’t want help, let him heap all this hell onto his own back. He’s a boar, he’s got the right back for it...

Balkhi’s close-set eyes were fixed on Annette. She’d caught her breath a little and stopped trembling all over. He ... was happy. None of the whores he’d been with ever came. Annette was the first.

“I’m spent, Omar,” she said in a drunken voice. The orgasm had taken all her energy. The old men, on the other hand, were full of energy and felt nineteen again. And at nineteen, it should be noted, a person feels as almighty as they never will again.

“Good girl, I’ll fuck you a little more and then you can go get ready for Yuri. A husband is sacred.”