Chapter 2

You ... you’re not reading a novel about the City of B. No. You’re stepping out of the shower into the cool freshness of the hallway. You’re wearing nothing but a towel and your already retouched memories of what you were doing just now. You were simply checking that your body was healthy, weren’t you? To put it crudely, you were jerking off a cock that never quite got hard, and you didn’t even come. You failed the health check. Perhaps you’ve surrendered to the Darkness inside you too often, and it has eaten you hollow? But you won’t ask yourself that, because you no longer believe in either Light or Darkness. Light is merely a stream of photons. Darkness is merely the absence of light...

You enter the bedroom. Your wife takes you by surprise: she’s wearing sexy lingerie and pink heels! She’s obviously dressed for a sex game! She’s reading some trashy little book, evidently picked up just to kill the minutes while she waited.

“Oh, Yuri!” She smiles and gets to her feet. “I’ve been waiting ages for you.”

Her doll-like shoes take unsteady little steps. She comes toward you, and suddenly, before you can even work out how, her panties drop to the floor! Her bra follows.

“What have I done to deserve such a miracle?” you ask Anna. She gives you a look that’s dark as agate and sweet as honey. How stunningly the cosmic, angelic purity in her contrasts with the earthly, sexual flesh of a female animal...

“Nobody has a right to a miracle, Yuri,” she says, clearly flattered by the effect she has had. “A miracle simply happens. That’s what makes it a miracle.”

You pull your wife close and kiss her deeply, until your pulse seems to disappear. Oh, that scent of hers ... the smell of home. A house doesn’t smell like home, but Anna does. She kisses you back. Yours, forever yours. And right now neither Omar nor any other man matters. They’re not here. How could you not understand that? They don’t exist...

“Besides, there ought to be something good in your life besides life itself,” your wife says with a smirk. “You work far too much...”

With that, your beauty turns her back on you and bends over regally, her back straight, bracing herself against the bed. You glance around. Omar is in the house ... but on the other hand, he doesn’t exist right now!

Dropping your towel, you see that your cock has stirred. Not fully, though. You could get inside a woman with it ... if she were very wet. You begin massaging your beloved’s vagina with your fingers.

“Ooooh, Yuri...” she whispers softly. “You’re so tender ... You do remember I’m yours, don’t you?! Do whatever you want with me!”

Her words produce mixed feelings in you. They sound sexy, but at the same time you realize it’s hard to do whatever you want with a woman when your cock isn’t properly hard. The missionary position would suit you better, but Anna, perversely enough, has got down on all fours and is waiting to be fucked just like that!

Admittedly, the thought of your wife going to Suhrob’s birthday party is doing a fine job of ruining your arousal. You’ve already called your private detective; he went to the businessman’s home posing as a workman and installed hidden cameras everywhere. You’ll be able to see everything. But the question of what you’ll see torments you and robs you of your masculine confidence...