I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.

Isn't it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady...should so earnestly wish for death, as well?

It wasn't what you said", he told her."It was how I felt when you said it".

But to me, to be original is to be yourself.

Written By Marc Newson

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