A thrill runs through his body. I watch him as his two hands tremble at his throat, in the throes of a nervous tremor, undoing the knot of his tie, with a lot of difficulty. He lifts it over his head and places it on the coffee table in my living room. Then he stands up, still a bit quivering, and unfastens his belt. His pants fall to his feet, revealing a pair of slightly thin legs. A little boyish. The shirt flaps protrude from the jacket and dangle in the void.

Alexander swallows again, looking undecided. But a raising of the girl's eyebrow is enough and his hands reach...