A slow dance. What kind of bar doyou need when you call your friend and the woman who walked out on youanswers the phone, half sleeping? What kind of ...bar when you wearwomen's clothes, need to wear women's clothes?"Just a bar," Peter says."Ah," says Jean-Pierre. As if he knows.Another bite."But always, just this one bar?" Jean-Pierre asks after a moment."No," Peter snaps. "I've got a life here, full life." And wants to say:if she's not coming back, if she's with you, the hell with both of. I was in full mood to enjoy as it was ourfirst time. Then I suddenly pressed her boobs hard and she screamed in lowvoice and told me to go slowly. Then I started pressing her boobs slowly and softlyand kissing her very passionately after the lips it was time for the cheek andneck while hand pressing the breast. She was enjoying very much. It was not satisfactory to press and enjoy her breast fromabove the cloths. Then I slowly started inserting my hand under her kurti andtouched her boobs over. She looked up at me and I said, “Are you going to be a bad girl anymore?” “Of course!” was her reply. “In that case I have something for you that I brought back with me but let’s take a shower first. We have all week end.” So we walked to my office and showered together, wrapped up in towels, turned on the stereo and laid down on the couch together. Mom said “David, do you ever get tired of me?” I said “Mom its been 20 years and each time we fuck it’s like the first time. If the time ever comes. You struggle to remember what cotton wool is.You try to remember if this is normal, but you can't remember... anything, actually. Just the vaguest impressions. Instincts coloured with flashes of what you know used to be memories.You open your eyes, and shake your head. In front of you, so large it fills your vision no matter where you look, is a vast wall of text. As you shake, the text moves with your head, maintaining its annoyingly central position. At the top, only visible by rolling your.