“They marry girls like her. And girls like you are for sex for one night.”
My breath catches from indignation. злi сльози підступають до очей. Але я й далі незворушно посміхаюся.
“People marry idiots,” I say. “Me, I prefer freedom. By the way, what’s your number?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll visit you today. For sex for one night.”
He smirks:
“Three hundred and first.”
“Wait. It’ll be such a night you’ll never forget…”