As a result, I hit him to free him? But free from what? From sex? Drugs? Parties? Or free her to become normal herself? - It was very interesting. There, on Mundy Street,” Elliot said. − Not like in the rest of the world. This is a safe place for people like me. − People like you? Could you be more specific? “He ran his finger along the edge of his notebook, and a chill ran down the inside of my thighs. - People like me... Well, I don’t know. Those who like to have sex. We fuck because that's what we do. Bus drivers drive buses. Accountants count. The police make arrests. And I love sex. I'm fucking.