My hand stops for a moment when he actually starts praying. Splayed out naked, still wearing a used condom, after lying with...definitely not a woman. How is it possible to be racked with so much Catholic guilt, but zero shame? What was the point? It seems unnecessarily exhausting.

Smiling, my fingers begin moving once again. "You didn't pay. I have no obligation to stroke your ego by faking." Or stroke anything else for that matter. I did what I wanted to, because I wanted. And all reactions were genuine. "Can you ask him why he put the prostate where he did, just to have his friends go and make sodomy a sin."