Pretty much where I am right now.

V continues her tale — kneeling, this time without hesitation, in a room full of strangers at Le Trapeze.

V recounts the first part of our evening — a jazz lounge, wet anticipation, and a dropped pen.

V documents a morning tryst far better than I ever could have – I just showed up and drank coffee.

Two guys at the bar couldn’t stop talking about Véronique’s ass. They had no idea she was with me — until she was.

Just like a toddler, what I want isn’t to have — it’s to get.

Veronique comes a dozen times, and pretty quickly.

V notices the secret language of her own body on the subway.

She picks up where I left off — with all the details I left out.

Ice, wax, and a splayed 20-something — and then a pause to reckon with everything that means.