“You think you have not enough in me. But how do you know me? What do you do to make me love you?”

He was flabbergasted.

“I never said I hadn't enough in you,” he replied. “I didn't know you wanted making to love me.

What do you want?”

“You don't make it good between us any more, you are not interested. You do not make me want you.”

“And you don't make me want you, do you now?” There was a silence. They were such strangers.

“Would you like to have another woman?” she asked.

His eyes grew round, he did not know where he was. How could she, his