In her own way, Amalia was aware of the role she was playing, of how much she was altering his perceptions and convictions about life and women; such a project was a relaxing distraction not only from the serious routine of her existence, but also from the man she was trying to forget.
Looking at Paul lying on her bed, Amalia felt a strange kind of pity – there was a man looking to be taught all there was to know about sex and freedom, there he was, in the same spot where she could still picture the silhouette of the man willing to share with Amalia all that he knew and had experienced regarding sex, lust and infatuation. In the blink of an eye, the images juxtaposed and situations merged: a man so willing to renounce control in her favour and another man struggling to maintain his fair share of domination.
For a second, the woman felt she didn’t really want either one of them.
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