I'm not intimidated by his beauty anymore. I've got him in hand now; a hundred lashes a day, at least. It's the G sting that does it for me. The feeling I get from a long, lingering stroke across its length is something like love. Now he's got me mesmerised, I just can't keep my hands off him.

Occasionally we conjure a third voice out of the void, spinning off the edge of our unison. It starts out just me and him, at rest, then I make the first move that sets him sighing, a little more pressure and he's growling, way down low in his boots in that beautiful honey-rich voice of his. And then it appears - our child - harmony, out of nowhere and she takes my breath away.

I know Man Ray thinks he's a bit girly, but between my knees he's all man.

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