I’m always hungry, and often angry, and covetous, and in bed, especially inwardly, I feel a kind of detached disdain, though I’m an expert at hiding all of that, and I hide it for Liam’s sake, or at least I tell myself it’s for his sake, to protect him, and this is one self-justification for the whole prostitution thing, a kind of steam release, where I can at least be myself and hate the sex I need.
