Jack Lambert's hands knew what they wanted. With one hand the driver caressed the nipple of his partner, with the other he slipped into his underwear. Jack's torso pressed against Kevin's back, and Lambert's penis rubbed against his buttocks. But their bodies were only connected by kisses that were wet, smelling and tasting sweet wine.
Moore knew that sex could be therapeutic. Physical pleasure could give forgetting and soothing in the moment of emotional pain. Sex with a random person was more harmful than beneficial, because after a moment of pleasure there was a feeling of emptiness. But having sex with someone close was different. Instead of emptiness, it filled. It was a sign of closeness and intimacy.
