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room.
“Charles told a
secret
!” Anna glanced at Charles, who cowered next to the doorjamb, looking mortified.
Mary also noticed Charles’s distress. “Max, if it’s a secret then you can’t even say
that.
Okay? Go wash your hands.” Max grabbed Charles and they both sped off to wash up.
Anna wanted—almost desperately—to know what the secret was.
“Y OU ARE KEEPING SECRETS from me,” Doktor Messerli accused.
Anna asked her if she realized that bank secrecy was a twentieth-century Swiss invention.
“There’s a difference between secrecy and privacy.”
“Yeah? What is it?” It was a defensive response.
Doktor Messerli shook her head and wrote something in her notebook.
A BOUT FIVE MINUTES BEFORE the end of Friday’s class Anna had looked up from her notebook to see Archie staring at her from across the table. He raised an eyebrow. Anna caught the tacit invitation. She made a face that she hoped he understood meant
We’ll talk about it after class.
Five minutes later, after Roland ended his lesson, after Anna assured Mary once again that she knew how to get to their house and yes, they would be there on time, after Mary finally left for her train and therest of the class dispersed, Anna turned toward the trams at Sternen Oerlikon and without any verbal assent led Archie to the number 10. They boarded together.
Anna sat by the window watching the gray streets of the city grate past them as the tram sluiced south toward downtown. It was a monochromatic day. It matched her mood.
They had just passed the Irchel campus of the University of Zürich when Archie leaned over, put his lips very close to Anna’s ear, and in a dirty whisper said, “I want to fuck your mouth.” Anna responded with silence. He waited a beat and then said it again. “When we get to my flat I’m going to fuck your mouth. Do you hear me?” At Milchbuck, two nuns dressed in dark slate skirts and matching mid-length veils boarded the tram and took the seats directly in front of Anna and Archie. Anna reddened underneath her clothes. Archie ignored all lines of decorum. “You like it in the ass? You want me to shove my dick into your ass?” One of the sisters shifted in her seat. Archie snorted. “I’m going to pound your ass with my fat, hard cock.” Anna wondered if the nuns spoke any English.
The closer the tram came to Central, the more explicit the details of their impending fuck became.
I’m going to fuck you in the ass. I’m going to stick my finger in your ass. I’ll shove you to the wall, Anna, I swear it. I’m going to bend you over my table and wipe your pussy with my face.
The second nun turned around but looked past them. Archie grinned. Anna couldn’t tell what was getting him off—the dirty talk, the belligerent nature of its script, or the audience of others overhearing them. She didn’t know him well enough even to make a guess.
Archie kept on when they got off the tram.
I’m going to lash you to the bed frame. Knot your wrists. Tape your eyesclosed. Shove a rag in your mouth.
They walked at a clip, Archie steering Anna through the crowd like a husband, his palm at her back on an angle as he guided her from behind.
I’m going to suck your clit until it’s plump like a plum, woman.
By the time they got to Altstadt whatever he wanted to accomplish began to work. Anna was in on the arousal, her pulse was high, and she was starting to go light-headed, nearly ready to let him do everything he swore he would.
But it was all and only talk. That day’s sex was straightforward, if renegade. By the time they got to his apartment, they were both so flustered that neither bothered to strip out of their shirts—Archie didn’t even remove his jacket. He fell back on the couch and pulled her onto his naked lap. She straddled him and he coaxed her open with his thumbs. Anna was sopping; Archie slid in easily. He grabbed her hips like handles and pistoned her forcibly up and down. She didn’t realize how
“Charles told a
secret
!” Anna glanced at Charles, who cowered next to the doorjamb, looking mortified.
Mary also noticed Charles’s distress. “Max, if it’s a secret then you can’t even say
that.
Okay? Go wash your hands.” Max grabbed Charles and they both sped off to wash up.
Anna wanted—almost desperately—to know what the secret was.
“Y OU ARE KEEPING SECRETS from me,” Doktor Messerli accused.
Anna asked her if she realized that bank secrecy was a twentieth-century Swiss invention.
“There’s a difference between secrecy and privacy.”
“Yeah? What is it?” It was a defensive response.
Doktor Messerli shook her head and wrote something in her notebook.
A BOUT FIVE MINUTES BEFORE the end of Friday’s class Anna had looked up from her notebook to see Archie staring at her from across the table. He raised an eyebrow. Anna caught the tacit invitation. She made a face that she hoped he understood meant
We’ll talk about it after class.
Five minutes later, after Roland ended his lesson, after Anna assured Mary once again that she knew how to get to their house and yes, they would be there on time, after Mary finally left for her train and therest of the class dispersed, Anna turned toward the trams at Sternen Oerlikon and without any verbal assent led Archie to the number 10. They boarded together.
Anna sat by the window watching the gray streets of the city grate past them as the tram sluiced south toward downtown. It was a monochromatic day. It matched her mood.
They had just passed the Irchel campus of the University of Zürich when Archie leaned over, put his lips very close to Anna’s ear, and in a dirty whisper said, “I want to fuck your mouth.” Anna responded with silence. He waited a beat and then said it again. “When we get to my flat I’m going to fuck your mouth. Do you hear me?” At Milchbuck, two nuns dressed in dark slate skirts and matching mid-length veils boarded the tram and took the seats directly in front of Anna and Archie. Anna reddened underneath her clothes. Archie ignored all lines of decorum. “You like it in the ass? You want me to shove my dick into your ass?” One of the sisters shifted in her seat. Archie snorted. “I’m going to pound your ass with my fat, hard cock.” Anna wondered if the nuns spoke any English.
The closer the tram came to Central, the more explicit the details of their impending fuck became.
I’m going to fuck you in the ass. I’m going to stick my finger in your ass. I’ll shove you to the wall, Anna, I swear it. I’m going to bend you over my table and wipe your pussy with my face.
The second nun turned around but looked past them. Archie grinned. Anna couldn’t tell what was getting him off—the dirty talk, the belligerent nature of its script, or the audience of others overhearing them. She didn’t know him well enough even to make a guess.
Archie kept on when they got off the tram.
I’m going to lash you to the bed frame. Knot your wrists. Tape your eyesclosed. Shove a rag in your mouth.
They walked at a clip, Archie steering Anna through the crowd like a husband, his palm at her back on an angle as he guided her from behind.
I’m going to suck your clit until it’s plump like a plum, woman.
By the time they got to Altstadt whatever he wanted to accomplish began to work. Anna was in on the arousal, her pulse was high, and she was starting to go light-headed, nearly ready to let him do everything he swore he would.
But it was all and only talk. That day’s sex was straightforward, if renegade. By the time they got to his apartment, they were both so flustered that neither bothered to strip out of their shirts—Archie didn’t even remove his jacket. He fell back on the couch and pulled her onto his naked lap. She straddled him and he coaxed her open with his thumbs. Anna was sopping; Archie slid in easily. He grabbed her hips like handles and pistoned her forcibly up and down. She didn’t realize how
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