Our affair with Catherine is developing exactly the way it is supposed to. That little unexpected nookie in the gym's showers either had to be forgotten (which was hardly possible) or repeated (which was preferable). Both of us understood we had some intense attraction between us. I'm going shopping with her today. She's as chirpy as usual - talking a bit too much, running from one shop window to another, attracted by bright ads. We are passing by a sex shop. 'Let's come in,' suggests Catherine, pulling me in by the hand. 'Oh come on, you've probably seen all the stuff they've got already'. 'Come on, just for a minute!' She is pulling me in impatiently, so I give in. The window shop was fairly decent from the outside while the inside of the shop is like a real kingdom of perversion.