He had been surprisingly nice and magnanimous about letting her go, telling her she could certainly stay until her apartment was ready and without his morning blowjob. His good manners about the whole thing were so amazing that even members of the staff complimented him on his self control and gentlemanliness under the circumstances, not realizing that she had failed to mention to him exactly what the circumstances, namely their friend Ramone (who had just one week after their return from Europe, pestered her for a lunch date, and just two weeks after their return from Europe following a brief ethical struggle with her not particularly well thought out definition of monogamy, had gotten the lunch date with wine and much romantic attention such as she had not received in many years if ever, followed by a trip to a Mexican bar where there was apparently all day dancing and more consumption of alcohol, and which it turned out quite luckily was right next to his apartment where without any sense of duty and a great sense of joy she had sucked his cock, his come spurting down her throat and all over her face and neck before he fucked her wonderfully and hard in every position she had ever experienced with the long succession of men she had lived with, her drunken screams of pleasure echoing for hours in the small neat room), were. "Men," she wrote the next day to her male confidant in an email expressing shock at the verbal abuse that both she and the staff had subsequently received, "can be ridiculously territorial."