I'm warm but I shiver standing naked in the light. I only see the red tip of his cigar as he sits silently in the dark. I don't get it, and I am embarrassed and impatient. "You're allowed to touch, you know," I say as a feeble joke. He knows, I gave him myself body and soul some time ago. "Love, you don't gulp a glass of fine wine; you don't glance at a Picasso. Anything fine is meant to be enjoyed slowly." Oh…. I stand a little straighter. "Well then, take your time."