All the way I drove the car, as if by inertia. By inertia she lit a cigarette, by inertia she turned on the music and by inertia opened the window a little. Despite the chill of the evening, I was hot. And I was also excited. Yes, I was as excited as never in my life and with anyone. Marini mentally fucked me, or rather, he brought me to the point where every nerve of mine was exposed and vibrated from the desire to submit to him. Mentally, I gave myself to Dante right in his office. On that damn mirror-clean desk, next to the portrait and the Italian stiletto....