Jean, when we found her rooms, made love like anyone else, which is to say like you, like any of those I paid to be with when I could have been with you, because eventually I was ashamed to be with you and especially in you. Jean cost nothing, she told me so. In so many words, she said she would refuse tokens, gifts, money, anything but my body. It was not an offer I had ever heard, and the thought of my body as the offering, not the consequence of my company or my position or my funds that had to be dealt with in order to access what the woman truly wanted, I found irresistible.
