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the spare bedroom when I’d foolishly forgotten to
lock the door one time.
    “Like I said.
None of your business.”
    “Seriously,
I'm interested. I mean, it’s useful research for future
reference.”
    I looked over
at my younger brother, as he leaned against the kitchen worktop and
watched while I prepared our lunch. Chicken Caesar salad was easy
enough to throw together. Agnieszka, my housekeeper who came every
weekday while I was out at work, always ensured my fridge was well
stocked with meals for the weekend when she finished on a
Friday.
    Over the years
since Jamie had been old enough to fuck, I’d tried my best to guide
him to make sure he enjoyed a satisfying but safe sex life. As he
was a good looking young guy with an easy going and friendly way
about him, it was always obvious he was going to sleep with a fair
number of women. I felt it made sense to give him the benefit of my
experience wherever I thought it was appropriate, rather than
ignore the situation as an embarrassed parent might.
    “Women respect
a man who takes control; they like it, even if they say they don't.
I only give them what they secretly crave, but I never push things
further than they’re willing to let me.”
    “But how do
you know how far that is?”
    “Experience,
mostly. And of course, picking the right woman in the first place.
One who knows exactly what’s she’s letting herself in for with me.
One who’s up for a good hard fuck. I’m always totally upfront. I
never offer them any of this soppy romance crap. In return, I
guarantee great sex for them. They know they’ll leave totally
satisfied, because I ensure they experience the best orgasms
they’ve ever had. And that’s what keeps them coming back for more.
These women just have to understand that there is nothing personal
in all this: it’s simply a mutually beneficial sexual arrangement
that works equally well for both parties.”
    “But haven’t
you ever felt anything more for any woman at all? Haven’t you ever
fallen in love?”
    “Love? What is
love? Does it even exist? Or is it just a consumerist myth
perpetuated in order to sell more flowers and chocolates?” I
scoffed.
    I noticed the
rather strange, sheepish expression on Jamie’s face, as he stared
down at his hands.
    “Oh for fuck’s
sake, don't tell me you think you’re in love? Who is she? Come on,
you might as well spit it out,” I said, exasperated at him acting
as if he were thirteen or fourteen rather than in his twenties.
    Jamie looked
over at me.
    “I don’t know
if I’m in love. All I know is I’ve met this girl, and I can't stop
thinking about her,” he confessed.
    “Well, I
wouldn’t worry. Just like all the previous girls you’ve managed to
charm, I'm sure once you’ve fucked her senseless a few times,
you’ll get her out of your system and then you’ll feel a whole lot
better,” I laughed, as I clapped him on the back.
    “This is
different. She is different. She’s very pretty, and a really lovely
person. She’s amazing, actually, but the thing is, she’s not
interested in me. Not in that way. She’s friendly, but she’s
knocked me back every time I've asked her out, or tried to get
anywhere with her. She makes excuses, says she’s working, that she
hasn’t got time for that kind of thing.”
    “Oh, then this
girl is clever, very clever. She knows most men want what they
can't have. The thrill of the chase. That’s all this is. If I were
you, I’d back right off. Sounds like she’s far too much trouble.
There are plenty more gorgeous, sexy women out there to choose
from. Just as long as you remember to always practice safe sex,
there’s no harm in playing the field. So why go after a high
maintenance difficult bitch who expects you to chase after her? No,
if you take my advice you won't bother to see this one anymore,” I
told him.
    “Well, that’s
kind of difficult,” Jamie murmured, as he squirmed in his seat
uncomfortably.
    I stared hard
at my little