Dead Of Night
I had never, ever, been fucked like that. Who was this man? I have to find him.
“When did this first happen?” “Three weeks ago.” I hesitate, as I think. “Yes, three weeks, Saturday.” “And you are saying it happened again, when?” “Last Saturday.” “And you have no recollection of what happened?” “Oh, I remember it all very well, vividly!” “So, forgive me for being stupid, but what is the matter? I mean if you remember what happened, what is it you want me to do?” “Well, that’s the fucking problem! I do...