I Always Get What I Like Because I Always Like What I Get. – Rudy Civello

July 25, 2026

How long do you plan on keeping me here, said Peter.
Until I’m confident you’ve seen the error in your ways, I replied.
I have. I promise.
I waited for Peter to elaborate on what he’d learned. All I saw was a look of resignation.
You still don’t get it do you?
Get what?
Let me ask you something. Are two sex dolls better than one?
What?
Answer me.
Yes. I suppose.
Why?
There’s two of them.
So are two sex dolls better than one real woman?
Of course not.
Why?
I don’t know.
Think.
Intimacy, said Peter.
I have no intentions of being intimate with you Peter, I replied.
I don’t want you to.
Why? I mean listen to that voice. You must be at least bi. You never had any sexual thoughts about men? And don’t lie to me Peter. I’ll know.
I mean I guess I’ve had thoughts.
Would you rather I gave you a wank or you got to fuck your wife?
A single tear started rolling down Peter’s cheek.
Answer me.
I’d rather fuck my wife.
You still don’t fucking get it do you?
Get what, cried Peter.
Your wife’s not fucking here is she Peter?
Peter stood up and walked back to his makeshift bed in the corner of the loft. I stood up to leave.
Eat your soup or you’ll get a sore tummy again.
Peter kicked his soup bowl away. I laughed as I saw the immediate regret in his face. Even Peter chuckled, though I’m not sure why.
I’ll make you a sandwich, I said. What do you want on it?
Anything, said Peter.