"I think you already have some idea, don't you? And don't judge me."
I raised both hands in surrender.
"It's nothing like that. He was drunk—like practically every man I ever had to entertain. He split me open like a walnut, and I'm pretty sure I lost a few important things along the way. But he never looked at me the way Lorenzo looks at you."
"It was... good."
I looked at her, unsure what else to say without making this the strangest conversation of my life.
"'Good?' Come on. You can do better than that."
"Fine. If s*x were the supreme power of a god... his name would be Lorenzo. Happy now?"
"Oh... I want one! With all due respect, my friend—not your man—but I want one just like him."
She laughed at my horrified expression.
My phone rang.
I motioned for silence.
"Fratello."
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