Thirty-two minutes later we sit down to dinner; I want to get on my knees, snuggle up to Vanya, but he needs to leave urgently, and he swallows spoon after spoon, almost without chewing.

I sit across from her with my face in my hands.

“Maybe I should still get dressed?” I ask him with a smile. I have nothing on, and my own nakedness is embarrassing.

“I’ll leave, then please,” the policeman replies with his mouth full. “Until then, I haven’t taken a step.”

Otherwise, arrest? I liked the way you punish me.

He chuckles without answering, hastily downing his tea in a couple of sips.

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