"You can't do that," muttered the pale Ole. He felt like the ground was being removed from under his feet. "You can't show it to Gustav. He..."
"He won't forgive you?" sneered Andersen. "It didn't occur to you before you went to bed not with one man but with... How many were there actually? After the tenth one, I lost count."
"It's... it's not what you think," Ole's fingers tightened on the envelope and on the photos crumpling them.
"I don't think. I'm seeing. He will also see and draw his own conclusions..."
"No!" Ole trembled. How could this have happened? How could someone take pictures of him in such situations and over so many months! "Did you follow me?"
