I know that one time, while I was sleeping with Jacque in the evening, I could no longer hold myself in. I was very curious about her body, which she had always hidden from me and had never let me see. I asked her whether we could feel each other’s breasts as testament [proof] to our friendship. But Jacque refused. I also had a terrible need to kiss her, which I did. Every time I see a n*** female body, such as the statue of Venus in the book on art history, I’m in ecstasy. Sometimes I find it so beautiful that I struggle to hold back my tears.

I wish I had a girlfriend!