Chapter 7

You have gone a long time without sex. An old man’s need for sex can sometimes be stronger than a young man’s. In desiring sex, you desire proof that you are still alive; it is your hunger for a life visibly withering away. So, when you realize that the moans belong to Ann, your groin begins to ache. Blood pounds in your head. Without thinking, acting on your dark, lecherous instinct, you go to fetch a ladder. You set it beneath the open window and clatter your feet upward.

It is difficult to haul such a carcass. Frightening too: the ladder is flimsy. But you have a goal. The erection in your trousers keeps you from chickening out. Passersby might notice you, though the street is practically deserted. Since morning, only two snowfalls and a young man with a ridiculous haircut have gone by. He guards the haircut so jealously that he walks bareheaded in winter.

Reaching the top of the ladder, you peer into the bitch’s apartment. A perfect tableau awaits you.

Yuri is diligently sucking his wife’s clitoris. So that is why she is moaning...

Let me tell you what you do not know, Omar. After Yuri and his wife began recovering from you, Yuri’s erections disappeared altogether. To give his beautiful wife pleasure, he turned to oral caresses. They opened the window to let the room smell of winter, then forgot about it. They never considered how clearly Anna’s moans could be heard outside. I must note that Annette moaned not so much because of the sensations themselves as to reward her husband for his effort. The beauty remembered what sex with an enormous erect cock felt like, and little by little resentment toward her husband’s limp organ and his reliance upon tongue and fingers began growing within her. Besides, 6 Maple Court, into whose womb she had returned, was beginning to work upon her again ... But I will not distract you any longer, Omar. Continue.

You watch intently as the sap pleasures his whore. She loves this, making men kneel before her ... though she loves kneeling before a large cock even more. Yuri could never understand that.

You enjoy humiliating Yuri in your thoughts. All your life people have looked down upon you. They have never seen an equal in you. It is agonizing. Painful. There is only one way a person can cope with humiliation and the destruction of the self: pass the humiliation onward, grind someone else into the dirt. Otherwise, it will never release you.

Annette takes Yuri by the hair and begins moving her hips.

“Yes, bitch,” you think. “Fuck him. Fuck him!”

“Mm, mm, mm,” Yuri moans, almost like a woman. Your pulse races. You lose control and miss your footing. The ladder sways; you seize the windowsill in panic and slam your shoulder into the window. Crash and clatter. Annette and Yuri look your way.

“What the hell?!” Yuri shouts, rising. Annette frowns and quickly wraps her naked body in a robe. Yuri is dressed. With one violent pull he drags you into the apartment. You fall onto the floor like a sack of garbage.

“Ugh...” You groan and grimace. You look at Annette; she has turned away. You look at Yuri; he is drinking in your suffering and fear through a straw, like a strawberry milkshake.

“So, you spy through other people’s windows, do you, you old pervert?” Yuri shouts. “A commendable occupation. Now I’m wondering whether I should reward you myself with a blow hard enough to crack that thick skull of yours, or call the police. They can reward you for both the peeping and the little matter of hiding from immigration authorities.”

“That’s enough, Yuri. I’ll deal with him myself,” Ann says. She takes you by the ear and drags you into “your room.”

“Why you?”

“Because! The last thing we need is you killing him in here. Husband, please go to the kitchen. Believe me, I’m no less furious with Omar than you are, and I’m the one he was spying on while I was naked. I have the right to deal with him.”