Once upon a time in 1991
There were two of them; Soren and AK. Soren was older, in his early forties, taller and by far the more dominant. AK was younger, perhaps five or six years older than me, slender, and slightly acerbic when he didn’t get his way. Both of them seemed to have a fascination with me that bordered on the obsessive, but given our relationship, I didn’t mind.
I met them through the old telephone chat system which in those days was a sibilant soundscape of sexual desire, men looking women, men looking...