"Do you think this teaching method will help me control my desire to kill?" I lay naked on the bed and looked at Frade, who was smoking a cigarette.
"In my opinion, sexual desire is no different from ho.micidal desire!" He flicked his cigarette into the brown ashtray on the bedside table. "If you can control sexual desire, why can't you control h.omicidal desire?"
I lay my head on his lap and looked up at him. White smoke came out of his mouth and nose and hung around his cheeks, and suddenly I thought his perfect face was like a hazy painting hanging on the wall.
He looks amazing all the time!
"Tell me about her!" I said.
"Who?" He seemed to know.
"Mia! You said she looks like me, right?" I was curious about his world, especially Mia. I wonder what kind of woman he is so fascinated by. I wonder what the difference is between me and her.
I know I may be asking too much of him. I was also prepared that he would refuse to answer the question.
