Ross wanted to know what it was like...

Ross wanted to know what it was like, and so he asked--and she told him.
'It's like being taken out on a gold thread, and then coming back,' she'd said.
'Rising to the stars?'
'Let's do it,' she'd continued. 'Let's, then I'll tell you. As we go along, I'll tell you, Ross. Give a commentary. Would you like that?'
And she was going to, too! She wasn't kidding.
'I dunno...' He had said he didn't know!
So she said, 'I'd like to fuck you. You'd like to fuck me. Let's have fun, Ross. Lots of fun. So you'll use me and I'll use you. What's wrong with any of that?'
It's free pussy, stupid! She'd like to have said that, and out loud too. But didn't. Resisted. Best not, right?
'I dunno. Christ...You're so young...Hell, you're amazing...You sure you want to do this?'
She'd felt, Oh Gawd...! But went on, anyway, said, 'I've wanted to all evening. But if you're feeling uncomfortable...Too many things in your way...'
Like being an idiot! But she didn't say this... Said, instead, 'You know, a lot of people can't handle it... It's okay. I don't mind. It's okay, Ross.'
She'd then patted his hand, like he was a child.

Do women think this is easy?

J was in aggressive mood. Mode too.
This is how it is, see? Let him tell me, me being his friend.
Not his choice, see. Capisce?
He didn't make the rules. He is not Nature. Is he Nature? Does he look like Nature?
Does he look like he has the laws of biophysics, biochemistry, bio-the-fuck--whatever I want to call them, call them what I like--under his fingertips?
Do women--women, you know...women?--think this is easy?
A guy always wanting to fuck somebody else?
They think that he is having this great time, wanting to fuck this somebody else--and not the babe he has been with. Like he has and still is? Sort of.
If I know what he means.
His current girlfriend springing to mind.
Say it had been up to him, suppose it had been his call. Just suppose he had in fact been Nature.
Well, he'd have made it different, friend.
He'd have made it so that he was faithful and never even looked at anybody else--so faithful would he be. Never looked...even ever. In his life.
In his whole fuckin' life.
What he'd have done. An obvious call, you ask him.
How practical, how convenient...friend.
He wouldn't have to spend fortunes of money that serial fucking takes. And that just for starters. Only starters.
What about all the other shit that flies...?
Do I know what he means? All the other shit...?
But guess what, it has not been up to him. And he has had nothing to do with making it the way it was--and is. Is...okay? Is.
Have I got that?
And, know what, he will have to carry on spending fortunes of money on serial fucking. Like he is doing this minute, on somebody he has just met.
Not the actual babe he is with. Sort of with. Being his current girlfriend. He is spending money on somebody else too.
Actually, he is in the mood to put everything on the expense account, and fuck them all.
Why shouldn't he? Let the fuckin' company pay, they owe him. Owe him plenty, my friend.
Oh yes, they do. They do, and they know they do.
J was in aggressive, lemme-tell-you-something mood and mode. He was up to here...
Here, see.
J cut his throat.
Fuckin' women, he went on, can't they understand?
For fuckin' once? Once...in his life.
Not fuckin' rocketry either, just plain facts...
He didn't make the rules did he? Did he make the rules? Rules of bio-fuckin'-what. Bio-fuckin'-whatever.

Live in essentials

She said that for a live in relationship to work the guy must always pay the utilities and never count a woman's shoes.
She was serious. Very.