
‘My first time hadn’t gone as I’d anticipated.
A stocky man with hair on his chest scrolled through his emails on the bed and made no attempt to cover his nakedness. He occasionally glanced at me as I pulled on my jeans and shirt. The hotel room felt like an Edward Hopper painting, lit by the wall-mounted TV playing a late-night panel show on mute.’
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