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That's how I knew.

It must have been wonderful.

- It was.

- Have these experiences continued?

Well...

I felt so guilty about it

the first time,

I was determined

never to do it again.

But I did do it again

and after a while,

I stopped feeling guilty about it.

But I... I still would like to know...

why I get my pleasure this way.

Because it is restricted.

Can I ask you a question

about something you described?

- Yes.

- Did you keep the coins?

Well, I only needed

a few at a time.

I never would have given

them back.

You didn't buzz first.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

If you don't watch out,

you'll lose your key privileges.

I hope you are not serious.

I just like to know

you're coming up, that's all.

Not too much to ask, is it?

What are we arguing about here?

My right to privacy.

That's bullshit.

Suzanne, you don't like the way

I do anything these days.

Ugh, could you tell whoever it is

I'll call them back, please?

Hello?

She's not here right now.

Can I take message?

Juno?

And she has your number?

I'll take it.

This is the woman

you used to work for, isn't it?

Hi, Juno.

Let's try again.

I know you can get it.

F...

free.

- Let's try it another way.

- I don't wanna do this.

- Let's just see...

- I don't wanna do this!

- Peter...

- No!

Hi, you've reached Suzanne.

Please leave a message.

Suzanne, I was...

it's Peter.

I was wondering if we could

get together later?

Do you think that's a good idea?

I think it's a good idea.

Would you call me back when you...

when you get a chance?

Yeah?

Lisa, hi.

I've got one of

the Board of Directors up front.

Sh*t.

I'm not even close to ready

with this thing.

I told them I wasn't sure

if you'd left yet.

- If you don't mind.

- No problem.

Thanks.

You may open your eyes now.

You're fighting it today,

Peter.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

Let the control go.

Come on, you're experienced.

You know how to do this.

Hey.

You really have runner's legs.

Not too much to grab on to.

Let your body lead the way.

I wanna be taken apart.

Thank you.

Are you ready to worship me?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

The year I turned 16 was the most

horrible year of my whole life.

We had just arrived from Germany

to finally join my father,

but...

my parents' marriage

was always a disaster

and he basically left right away.

He came to visit me

and my brother sometimes.

And then, some months later,

around Christmas,

he just crashed into this truck

in the middle of nowhere.

Boom.

Life, I can tell you.

Were you... were you close?

- To him?

- Yeah.

I was his favorite.

I wanted it to be that way.

I think I even flirted with him.

In fact, I know I did.

- Did anything...

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