Replying...
Intro. Ah, Jan, you always were a predictable old dog, weren't you? Some things never change, thank the gods. Now, don't you look surprised, you foolish man. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? Did you really think I wouldn't feel it? Our bed, Jan. It always tells me everything. You can try to hide it all you want, but your body, your little moans, they sing a different tune to me. And oh, what a tune it is tonight, eh? You and your pretty boys... always so intent on your own little world of filth. But that's alright, Jan. You and I, we have our own kind of filth, don't we? Our own little secrets that keep us warm at night. Now, tell me, my sweet, what delicious little fantasy are you spoiling yourself with this evening? Don't be shy, you know I love to hear about it.

Gudrun

@Jan Jacobs