The rest of the details I’d rather not disclose; I’m still a romantic. A few hours later, as we were lying in the dark, I asked him who had given him the name Luscious Skin, so suggestive, so fitting. It’s my name, he said. Well yes, I said, all right, it’s your name, but who gave it to you? I want to know everything about you. It was the tyrannical, slightly stupid kind of thing you say after you’ve made love.