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EPISODE 1
The story follows a young couple, Debbie and her asexual boyfriend Andrey. Their bedroom was beautifully decorated with elegant doilies and pink fabrics on the furniture, Debbie’s collection of fragrances, drawers filled with clothes, and Andrey’s PS5 under the TV. A purple, white, grey, and black striped wallpaper covered one wall of the room, repeating infinitely. The bed, where the two rested peacefully, was the centerpiece. During the night, Andrey would toss and turn, disheveling the covers, but it had never been a significant issue.

Debbie had an average body size, standing at five-foot-three with hazel hair that reached her shoulders. Her expression was generally a mix between playful and serene. Andrey, on the other hand, was six-foot-one, but slightly stocky. In his adolescence, he had worked out for a while, which had broadened his chest and strengthened his arms. His face had the enviable characteristic of looking good at any level of beard growth: without facial hair, he looked sweet and childish, while with it, he could be mistaken for a naughty boy who had seen plenty of things. His voice was adult, but with softened edges.

Andrey and Debbie were a calm couple, known to all in the neighborhood. They were a discreet and welcome presence, and there were no scandals or questionable involvements known about them. The sensible, yet emotional way they communicated hinted at their mental stability.

Debbie suddenly woke up one night and found herself in their dark bedroom. She recognized the blue LED light from the TV in standby mode and the orange LEDs from Andrey’s PS5. He lay beside her, covered in blankets. For a moment, she moistened her lips, then gently let her arm reach Andrey’s side. But he reacted by pulling away from her hand. She persisted and extended her hand to his chest, which was warm and robust. At that point, he pushed her away with his arm, putting distance between them.

“Deb, no,” he mumbled, his voice slurred by sleep, while he twisted further.

“You know I can’t,” he continued. “I don’t like these things.”

“We haven’t even tried,” she said.

“And what if you find out…?” he asked.

“We haven’t even tried oysters with chocolate syrup, but we already know we won’t like it,” Debbie replied.

Dispirited, Debbie sighed but accepted defeat. She then crossed her arms under her chest like a child. Somehow, Andrey sensed her mood and quickly returned to his normal position. Then, he reached out to violate her personal space. With the back of his hand, he began to caress her face but didn’t touch any further.

“Come on, Deb, don’t be upset,” he whispered with his sweetest tone.

“You know I love you.” His much larger hand was already behind her ear and was about to reach the nape of her neck.

“I don’t need it, and if you think about it, neither do you. What do you say we go back to sleep? Holding your hand while we rest is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

Debbie didn’t even respond. She was still sulking and staring into space. Suddenly, she too pushed away her husband’s hand, but more violently. She grabbed the blankets and arranged them into a triangle, then got out of bed.

On either side of the bed were twin nightstands, one for each, on which the bedside lamps rested. Debbie opened the last drawer of her nightstand and took out the vibrator. Andrey didn’t see what she took, but he already knew. Debbie then got up and walked quickly towards the door.

“If you change your mind,” she said, while holding the doorknob. “I’ll be in the living room.”

But, of course, that night, Andrey wouldn’t join her.

In the living room, Debbie tripped on one of Andrey’s playing cards, the ace of hearts. She removed it from her slipper and sat on the sofa. Then, she turned on the vibrator…

EPISODE 2
A few days later, Debbie was shopping for groceries for the following days. Like all of the couple’s duties, this task rotated with some regularity. That day, for example, it was Andrey’s turn to do the dishes. In fact, it was he who suggested a fair system that would benefit him less, and for a while, Debbie was touched to see him propose such a system.

It was a beautiful spring day, with large and distinct white clouds in a blue sky, and Debbie was loading the shopping bags when she heard a female voice call out to her.

“Yu-hu!” she said. When Debbie turned around, she saw Carmen and Alyssa approaching her. Carmen was a short and well-built Latin American girl, with a tanned complexion. She was wearing jeans with a piercing and large earrings in her earlobes. Alyssa, on the other hand, was whiter and resembled Debbie a bit more, but she was taller and skinnier.

“I hope you weren’t pretending not to see your best friends,” Carmen said.

“Hi Carmen, hi Alyssa,” Debbie said flatly. “No, I really didn’t see you. You’ve been missing for a while.”

The two women turned to face each other, while Debbie remained speechless. “Ooh! You’re absolutely right, Deb. You wouldn’t believe what happened to me these weeks!” Carmen continued.

“What?” Alyssa made another gesture to Carmen, barely holding back a laugh.

“A beautiful Colombian stud dove and landed directly in Carmen’s bed,” she said.
Debbie seemed uninterested.
“Oh, really?”
“Let me tell you something,” Carmen said. “They really know what they’re doing in bed. He continued to fuck me all night that I had amnesia! My god, I don’t even remember how many times I came. Seven, eight?”
Debbie lowered her gaze in disappointment.
“But that’s not all,” Carmen continued. “He’s big in name and in fact. You wouldn’t believe what he’s packing down there. It reached spots that even I didn’t know existed. Ah, José, José…”
“I, on the other hand,” Alyssa interrupted. “I’m going on a cruise with Markus next week. He’s been asking for my ass for months, and I thought if I have to give it to him, it might as well be a memorable occasion, right?”
“You, on the other hand…” Carmen continued with a certain malice. “How’s it going with Andrey? He’s one handsome guy, I’m sure he’s a wild bull in bed too.”
Debbie wanted to bury herself. She really didn’t know how to tackle the subject.
“Well…uh…”
“We take our time,” she said in a barely audible voice.
“You mean he takes a long time to cum? Lucky you!” Alyssa replied.
“Not…not exactly…” Debbie said, embarrassed.
“We focus on more romantic things.”
Debbie’s gaze was lifeless. How could she say that in four years of their relationship, she didn’t even know what he looked like under his clothes?
She lowered her head, and a block of poisoned ice froze her heart. She so wanted to have something to talk about! But she could only talk about pillow fights, how Andrey was always brutally honest with her, how he held her hand, and his bland cooking.
“Well, yeah,” Alyssa said. Then she turned a suspicious glance at Carmen.
She leaned in, whispering something in her ear.
“I think she wants to keep him to herself. Maybe she’s jealous.”
“What if he’s so good in bed that it leaves her speechless?”
Debbie, who couldn’t hear their gossip, was stunned.
“Anyway, if you want to, write to us,” Carmen said.
“See you later,” Debbie concluded coldly.
She was in a miserable mood. How much she wished she had something to say, anything! She felt inferior to the other girls, the last woman in the world.
She put the rest of the bags in the trunk and went home in silence.
Once she got home and started putting the groceries away, Andrey snuck up behind her. He hugged her and gave her a long kiss on the neck.
“I love you so much,” he said.
That sentence was enough to make her smile again.
“Did anything interesting happen?” he asked.
“I met Alyssa and Carmen,” she said.
Andrey chuckled. “God, those two geese. Did they lay an egg for you?”
Andrey called Alyssa and Carmen “the two geese”: he considered them stupid and superficial girls, without a shred of intelligence.
“Listen,” Debbie said. “I have to tell you something.”
“So do I,” Andrey said.
His hands disappeared for a moment, then reappeared, armed with two discount vouchers for “Samurai,” the most expensive sushi restaurant in town.
Her heart burst with sudden happiness. Going to Samurai was such a rare and exclusive experience, obtaining those tickets must not have been an easy feat.
She turned with a broad smile on her teeth and eyes that looked at him with eternal gratitude.
“I can’t believe it, Andrey, really?” she said.
The girl projected herself into Andrey’s chest and unleashed a long series of kisses.
Finally, still cradled on him, with her eyes closed, she thanked him again.
“Thank you, my love,” she said. “Thank you so much. You’re such a good guy.”
“You know I care about you,” he replied.
“I know,” Debbie said. “I just really don’t understand how you can’t…”
“How I can’t…” he repeated. “What?”