"But reiterated him you do not give you anything that she is your best friend?
She pouts. "No, unless you give something to you to be your girlfriend.
The man nods. "Yes, but what's mine is yours, infidelity and
.-" So is she rushes.
He moves his head from side to side. "It is, in a sense. But I want to know is if-
"I know what you want to know the woman interrupted .- And the answer is yes. Warms me sleep with my best friend's boyfriend. Step
cloth across the counter. I stretched with subtlety. Maybe to hide my desire to laugh and applaud as a child at Christmas. Yes, he was right. It was a good choice again hear the dialogue that people these tables. At least, they are less repetitive than the damn ticking clock that denotes the absence of Cecilia.
The man nods, pleased. The woman raises her eyebrows, impatient of the silence. - How about you?
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes .- Seeing them together," he says. She trusts you, you feel closer to you when you know what you're doing, and you ... suspended in the delicate balance between feeling superior to her because I want is you and less because my love is it.
She shrugs. Sigh. "What love is whether the deception.
"With your best friend .- narrows it, enjoying it. She
gives nodding. "Call it what you like is to see you in me. Because you like me talking to her, looking into her eyes, shaking hands, hugging, with the same skin, same fingers and the same mouth that ate up her boyfriend. What to you is to look at you like your infidelity on condition of anonymity. Finding a spit in the middle of something neat. As thousands of footprints discovered something that he held to be untouchable. Found in to see me talking to her bid certain powers. I desire. She love. A bid of power as there is in any infidelity. Only in this case you move from the auction. Back to blame for eroticism.
The man stops the flight of just knitting language lips. "Yes, yes.
"We are a perversion spiral .- proposes it.
He is silent. Walk with your hands at the table. "Before enjoying a relationship. Then, of infidelity. Now, of an affair with her best friend. This accursed race have the newest gimmick, the latest phones, modern eroticism. What is the next step?
She leans back. "See how she gives me pleasure while I will look into your eyes. Approximately
9282291181938393 words run into the man's mouth. Only one gets out. - C-how? - Stammering, stuttering. For up just get out, as the hero who slides his bike under a truck.
She smiles and says not a word as well known as the erotic is inconclusive. However, we are in year 15 of the Age of the understatement, where everything there is to explain about the end of the film, which the woman continues. "That stroking her hair while she's between my legs and I saw, and it gives me pleasure and you even see us leave without knowing that I sleep with you. That the same body erotic, secret, it hurts.
- Is ... can?
She smiles. "Anything is possible.
The man does not move but, in its stillness, denotes the same person she rubs her hands and licks while provides a piece of meat that is about to be removed from the fire. "Without doubt we are not two moral creatures.
-Lo are, we are denying women .- "But if we consider that morality is entirely relative no way, beyond relativism cloudy, to criticize our choice.
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