Svetlana + Belmont

I hate your husband, and not because I find him intimidating, but because you met him in a fucking SOS digital orgy, which is just so predictable.  Even your rebellion against the male domination of female pleasure (you used a more theoretical sounding term for this but I don't remember what it was) is too logical to be credible.  But I know you.  I've known you since we fell in love in Chicago a millions years ago.  And I know how to read between your lines, even if you don't want to be read, even if your silence is your firewall.