Slowly but surely, Tracy became a part of our household. I’d wake up and go to the kitchen. She’d be eating cereal at the table in a t-shirt and panties. Her hair would have a tangled knot in the back and her nipples would rise and fall under the cotton. We’d talk. I think she found me a pleasant change from Alan in that regard. He’s not much of a talker. I’m not afraid of her anymore. She doesn’t seem interested in me.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov