Filippo pumps another slug into his wife just to watch the pistol's mechanism.
He is nursing a guilty bulge.
Sunday, 5 May 2013
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Eternity in the Kantian Brothel
Having made his choice, the nameless client goes about the business of satisfying his need. However, as he thrusts away, the thought of the gallows beyond the door keeps putting him off his stroke and he has to start over and build up a rhythm once again.
The temptress beneath him is becoming rather hot and bored.
Eventually he rolls off and sits, sweaty and miserable, at the edge of the bed. She places a lame, concilliatory hand on his sticky shoulder as he casts his eye to the door.
'I'll try again in half an hour.' He grumbles, dejectedly. Again.
She sighs, and lies back and wishes the room had a window.
The temptress beneath him is becoming rather hot and bored.
Eventually he rolls off and sits, sweaty and miserable, at the edge of the bed. She places a lame, concilliatory hand on his sticky shoulder as he casts his eye to the door.
'I'll try again in half an hour.' He grumbles, dejectedly. Again.
She sighs, and lies back and wishes the room had a window.
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