I even feared that in that second she would say: own me, make love with me, eat me, fuck me, tear me apart, how do Chineses say these things? But she was quiet, her eyes lost, I do not know if she was moved by my gaze on her body, or by my speaking in her language, white, beautiful, beautiful, white, white, beautiful, white. And I was also moved, knowing that soon I would know their intimacies and, with equal or greater voluptuousness, their names.
