Looks helped, but his real advantage was the system he had perfected.
First, make a woman feel like the most extraordinary person in the world.
Soften her,
open her up,
leave her yearning for more of his touch.
He believed the system would work indefinitely.
But Sola did not kiss back.
She was the sun — already whole, already complete.
She lowered him gently to the ground, leaned in, and whispered in his ear, “I contain multitudes,” before leaving him there on the street to cry like a baby; she had no wish to be a mother.
