"Have you ever heard of the word fetish?" he asked, taking a brief look at the picture. "I think so..." "Do you know what it means?" he raised an eyebrow. "Not quite," I said ashamed once again. I had the feeling that all his actions and words were aimed at proving how incompetent I was in each respect. "This is when you develop a mania about something. When you literally turn this thing into your idol. You can develop a fetish for many things - money, power, alcohol..." "Women," I added, and I noticed how his eyes sparkled devilishly. "This is your fetish, isn't it? Women." "No," he said simply. "I have a fetish for you."