Corinne:
It wasn't like a women's magazine romance. I don't know... his eyes were so hard... his mouth, his words. He started in the Mercedes. I told him I went for him. I wanted more than a quick screw. We ought to meet again somewhere. Cuddling in cars is dreary. I said to take me home and I'd call him in the afternoon. I wanted to screw, but I'd rather wait.
Roland:
What did he say?
Corinne:
He talked about my body, and how I turned him on and how it was vulgar and unkind.
Roland:
Did you think of me, too?
Corinne:
Of course I did.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:04