MAHALIA
Sarah moved to sit across from me again while Vasilios procured his own white chair to my right. Its back faced us and he straddled it, resting his arms on the back of it. Then he regarded me with a challenge, lips quirked up in a smile.
“s*x, my precious Kar, is what every human being lives for.”
I shook my head. “No, not every one,” I disagreed, waving my index finger near his face. “There are asexual people, Vasilios.”
“I think you have a limited knowledge about them, Mahalia. They may not have the desire to have s*x or have a lack of attraction to others but still, they live with and for it. They either want to please their partners or they want to feel how it is to have a s****l activi
