The real men of lust leave the sheets untouched. The weight of the bodies has robbed the sheets of its tautness, the way the maids left it. The creases, the outlines of bodies having been laid on the bed is apparent when you get down on your knees and crouch next to the bed from a horizontal position and measure the break of surface tension in the sheets. There are crevices, broken lines of tightness, slight folds around the pillows. But these things remain unobserved to those who do not know what to look for.
Details always give it away.
And the lusty ones never stay the night. The men of lust who are not homosexuals stand apart. One of them is usually smoking a cigarette. Sometimes, as they pick up their key and leave the lobby, I can hear one of them saying He probably thinks we're fags . From the things you haven't said, haven't done, I already know you are not.