Yes, Anais, I was thinking how I could betray you, but I can’t. I want you. I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit – ah, I don’t know what I am saying. I am a little drunk because you are not here. I would like to be able to clap my hands and voila, Anais! I want to own you, use you, I want to fuck you, I want to teach you things. No, I don’t appreciate you – God forbid! Perhaps I even want to humiliate you a little – why, why? Why don’t I get down on my knees and just worship you? I can’t, I love you laughingly. Do you like that? And dear Anais, I am many things. You see only the good things now – or at least you lead me to believe so. I want you for a whole day at least. I want to go places with you – possess you. You don’t know how insatiable I am. Or how dastardly. And how selfish!

I have been on my good behaviour with you. But I warn you, I am no angel. I think principally that I am a little drunk. I love you. I go to bed now – it is too painful to stay awake. I am insatiable. I will ask you to do the impossible. What it is, I don’t know. You will tell me probably. You are faster than I am. I love your cunt, Anais – it drives me crazy. And the way you say my name! God, it’s unreal. Listen, I am very drunk. I am hurt to be here alone. I need you. Can I say everything to you? I can, can’t I? Come quickly then and screw me. Shoot with me. Wrap your legs around me. Warm me.