"It looked...painful. In some parts. But she, ah --that is, Ms Ozcelik seemed to be enjoying it. And not in a staged manner, even though it was a performance." He hadn't tried to read Hasibe's mind, didn't even think it was possible, didn't really want to in this place for fear of picking up on things that were best left unknown. But he had sensed certain emotions, all right, certain sensations. Those were what kept him in his seat.

It wasn't the dominant position that had fascinated Charles. And that's what makes it shameful. There are certain ideas of what normal men should do, and that's been a sore subject in private, lately. A lifetime of passing and keeping up appearances have left their mark.

"I'm not really sure what else you want me to say." And he takes a sip of his drink to hide the burn in his cheeks.