Slowie likes the sunshine.

"I told this wonderful gentleman yesterday that I only had room in my life to fuck him."

"I'm sorry?"

"Well that was the only table available."

"I'm sorry."

"You know I am still with Moncler."

"His name still frightens me."

"I mean I really like him a whole lot for the moment. So if I was going to sleep with someone I only had room for degradation."

"But you saying you have it available?"

"What should I give it instead to Monty? I couldn't stand a horrified look on his face in the morning. I mean he thinks I'm a lady."

"But I'm aware you only dress like one, and he will soon find that out."

"What are you one of my shrinks?"

"I don't know."

"So I explain again to this gentleman that, yes this is what I have available--well abasement. And he says 'well maybe after that we can be friends and then even something more'."

"But you do understand that this pursuit for sex is a part of a man like his central nervous system."

"Yes. I can dig that, so I go further because I am curious. I'm the type that wants to see all the sacred sites in Iceland. So I confront him further with the possibility that humiliation could also take the steering wheel after a while. He asks me 'How much humiliation?' I explain in almost great detail, as much as my inner Vanessa Del Rio could allow. I turn it on..."

"Why spend this much time away from the TV."

"I do it really to save myself."

"How's that?"

"I do it sometimes because I can't help but take my vulva out in front of a pack of Richard's. I'm trying to extricate my unsavory side. A bright summer day seems to be the only way to do this."

"No it needs to come out to a stranger in a pencil skirt in a hotel bar in Seattle after your wife drops you off at an airport."

"You confessed didn't you."

"I don't remember."

"In the end I need to take this out for a walk."

"I have a treadmill."

"Maybe one day I will be free."