“But ... it’s only fair to warn you that I get bored easily. And then I usually leave. And according to my last two—three—maybe four boyfriends, I’m too sexually demanding. Which is such a double standard,” she said testily, old grievances making her downright mad. “First, they’re happy about it, and then it’s, ‘I have a headache, Sasha.’ Or: ‘We already did it three times today, Sasha.’ Or: ‘I think you broke me, Sasha.’ The pretty ones break so quickly. No stamina.” She looked up at him accusingly. “You’re pretty.”
