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Hello. Dial your selection number.

If you have not yet made a selection.

Dial 850.

All the ladies will introduce themselves personally

and give their selection number so you can leave them a message.

If you only want to hear the ladies available now. Dial 860.

Dial your selection number.

"1-900" Hi. I'm Dominique.

A high-class escort girl.

I'd love to tell you about

all my erotic adventures

and maybe even make a date with you.

Call me and I'll tell all. My selection number is 433.

Sweet horny animal.

You're a sturdy and sensual guy

no older than 35

with an interest in art and literature.

I'm Sarah. 30

with a higher education in every respect.

I just love Margaritas. Bobsleigh.

And the scent of gasoline.

My code number is 3054.

Leave me a message?

Hi Sarah. This is Thomas.

I'm 32 and well formed in every regard.

I love Blue Curaçao. Matisse.

And the scent of fresh sweat.

My phone number is amsterdam 6923890.

Will you get in touch?

Venema speaking.

Is that Thomas?

Yes, Thomas... Thomas Venema.

This is Sarah.

Yes?

You left a message after my personal.

Oh yes, I remember.

It was a while back.

It was nearly a week ago.

About 6 days ago.

I didn't think I'd hear from you.

Some things came up.

Well, hello.

Yes. Hello.

Nice of you to leave a message.

Yes, it was weird.

I felt quite brave.

Hello?

Venema speaking.

It's Sarah again.

Why did you hang up?

The cat jumped on the phone.

I thought, that was short but sweet.

I couldn't help it.

I called because I want to try it with you.

What?

The reason you replied.

I answered mainly because of the art.

That appealed to me because those tapes are usually all sex.

You did call a sex line.

Yes, but this did sound surprising.

I hope my answer surprised you, too.

That's why I called back. I hoped

a different kind of guy would answer.

I mean, I'm not Ionely.

You're better strong and alone than together.

I live alone, too.

Well...

so do I.

Are you married?

- No. - Nor me...

You have children?

One, from my first marriage.

What about you?

No. No kids.

Well, let's try something.

We'll have to see what we do.

It can catch you unawares.

I suppose I caught you unawares.

I was just doing some work.

But I like being caught unawares.

You like that?

I mean... We'll have to see.

Yes. We shall

have to see what we do.

It's biz arre.

But...

What do you look like?

What?

- Your appearance. - Oh, what I look like.

I'm nearly 33.

I have long, wavy, brown hair.

A sharp nose and deep, blue eyes.

Straight teeth, full lips.

Broad-shouldered and slim at the waist.

Sound's good.

And then,

If you think it's important.

Apart from that I look okay.

So do I.

I'm dark.

I have dark curly hair,

brown eyes,

...and straight teeth.

And I'm voluptuous.

Voluptuous?

Not too short: 5'8".

Sounds good.

Do you often do this?

No.

This may sound silly

but if we want to try it...

Why? Why do you want to try it?

Because I'm horny.

That's a reason!

Why did you answer?

It was a combination.

It is very exciting

and I'm also very interested in art.

- It sounded an ideal combination. - For me. Too.

And to get turned on is just great.

I'm sorry.

I'm no good at this.

I'm not much use either.

But we'll have to do something if we want to.

I agree. Do something!

I'll get a drink. That always helps.

Don't go away, will you?

No. I'll wait.

Here I am again.

I poured myself a vodka.

A what?

A vodka.

A big slug helps me over the line.

You have a nice laugh.

I can't help it!

A nice laugh always helps.

Are you on the bed?

Yes, I am.

I'm on the sofa in my underwear.

I have my panties on, too.

That's two sets of undies.

Shall I...?

Yes, go ahead.

What's your body like?

As I just said...

And I'm smooth haired.

I mean, I'm smooth, no hair

apart from around my balls.

And a sturdy prick.

Really?

I think so.

A big fat one?

It's no frankfurter.

And a nice glans.

And do you have a nice cunt?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Let's laugh and get over it.

I agree.

I have a nice cunt.

It's turned in a little, tight,

And a very sensitive clitoris.

Really?

Do you do it often?

In fits and starts.

I know what you mean, not for days and then it's one big jerk off.

And I have big breasts.

Do you play with them?

What do you think?

That must be nice

- having something like that. - It sure is fine.

Sometimes I dream I have tits.

Really?

And those nipples.

Sensitive nipples must be great.

And I've got them.

And you can play with them.

Me?

Yes, it's all in the game.

Well then,

take off your undies.

They're off.

I'll take off mine.

Now you're naked?

Stark naked.

Me. Too.

Well. Shall I start?

It's up to you. What do you have in mind?

God, a little...

... physical?

...feeling you a little.

Fine, go ahead.

We can do anything.

We could just have a nice fuck.

Let's do that. Why not?

I'll lean over the kitchen table.

Slow down.

- The kitchen table? - No good?

If it turns you on... You over the kitchen table.

What? Me over the kitchen table...

It's up to you.

- The woman leads. - Does she?

That's what they say.

And then I'll lean forward over the table.

- Go ahead. - And lift my ass in the air.

And you'll come from behind.

And stick it in?

Yes. You stick it in.

In my cunt, not my ass.

No ass fucking?

I'm not really...

Fine. I'm not into ass fucking. Really.

Oh, I am sometimes.

Let's keep trying.

Let's do this first.

Is it hard?

Yeah. I have a hard on.

And nice fat balls?

Yes. I have huge balls.

Great... now stick it in.

I'll stick it in.

Okay, it's in.

Is it in?

Yes, it's in.

That's great.

You're a real giggler.

There goes my hard on!

I enjoy it when I'm giggling.

- Come on in again. - I'll start driving.

Go as deep as possible.

In deep? Okay.

And you have to feel your clit.

Yes, I am.

You feel your clit and I'll stick it in deep.

Now let's fuck.

Are you still there? Sure!

Shit. I feel a real prick, I must say.

- Not at all. - Why are you laughing?

Are you mocking me?

- Is anyone else there? - No, get on with it!

No way. Not with that cackling going on.

No. Come on.

You know what you can do.

Don't fuck with me. Call me some day!

Bye!

Venema speaking.

Hello. This is Sarah.

How are you?

I'm fine. Thanks.

What about you?

How are you?

Had a good laugh?

No.

I haven't done much laughing.

Yes uh...

I uh...

You have a nice voice.

Thanks. That's nice of you.

- Is it inconvenient? - Not at all.

I was finished.

I've already had a shower.

I often do that.

I have a shower and put on a dressing gown.

Then I wander round the house and work till about half ten.

Then I often have a drink.

I like hanging out with a vodka.

That's what I'm doing now.

What are you wearing?

Nothing.

My dressing gown.

What else?

Nothing at all.

That's what I like.

A g-string or nothing.

And you?

I have a tiny bra

and lace panties.

They must suit you.

I'm lying on the sofa.

I just showered, too.

What a coincidence.

And I'm wet!

Really?

What about you?

Now you mention it.

- Can I mention it? - Yes. Fine.

- Can I ask you something? - Go ahead.

You want to do it with me?

Now?

- Yes. - Of course.

You want to do it?

I'll just open my dressing gown.

I'm pretty excited, too.

Really?

Me too... a hard on...

Let's not say anything.

- What did you say? - Let's not speak.

Not speak?

No.

What do you mean? Just do it.

Just do it?

Let's try it.

You doing it?

You doing it already? I'll do it too. Okay?

Okay, here we go.

Hello?

Good?

Yes.

Me too.

Thank you.

You too.

Can I call you again?

Will you call soon?

Next week.

Till next week. Be good.

You too.

Bye, sweet laugh.

Bye, sweet voice.

- Is your wire long enough? - For what?

To take it with you.

I'll come with you and we can keep talking.

- I'll see if I have enough wire. - Very exciting.

- I've reached the door. - Go on.

Now I'm opening the toilet door. Can you hear?

I can just see you.

I've arrived.

Me too.

- I'm lowering the seat. - Wasn't it already down?

- I'm raising my skirt. - I always drop my pants.

- Now I'm lowering my panties. - Sarah?

- What color? - Yellow.

- Small? - What?

- Are they small? - Today. They're small.

Exciting, so near and yet so far.

And now I'm...

Wait a minute.

- Go ahead. - I have to concentrate.

I can hear.

And now I'm going to...

- You're going to pee. ...try to pee.

I can hear you pee for the first time.

I won't hold the mouthpiece down!

I can hear you, go on.

I can't.

- Can't you pee? - Not with someone here.

You have to go.

Shall I make a noise like running water?

That always makes me pee.

No, you have to leave.

Cover the mouthpiece with your hand. Then I can't hear anything.

No, put down the phone.

Okay, I'll put it down.

Have you?

Yes.

No! You're still listening! Put the phone down.

Put it under the sofa.

I'm putting it there.

Is it under the sofa?

Thomas, is it really under the sofa?

You're listening, aren't you Thomas? I can hear you breathing.

Hello, have you finished?

No, put it down again.

That took a long time.

Put it back under the sofa.

I've finished!

Thomas, I've finished!

Hello, Sarah?

Are you back? Did you manage it?

Yes, that's better.

Remember, I told you last week

that I was working on that community housing

and that it is part of a grander scheme.

- Right... - Not as an autonomous architect,

but in a team on renovation and community housing.

So my private commissions are the icing on the cake for me.

This week I had a married couple.

I always meet first to get to know each other

so I could fathom them and not project.

Just look at how they think, what makes them tick

and what suits their philosophy.

Down their street.

So we had this talk.

These people want a conservatory built

on to their brick-built house.

To catch sunlight, you know. So I try and look.

I'm not a trendy architect and try not to be post-modern

and ask, what is ultimately needed?

I'm more for utility and trying to fascinate

adding on to the old.

So I did this for them. Too.

They have such a classic house

so I chose a circular window.

A circle.

A circle can be so... tense.

Because the house is so straight counterbalanced by a circle.

That provides a wonderful effect.

These people were delighted. They could really feel it.

That made me feel good. It's so exciting.

I have another project in Terneuzen.

I told you something about this rich couple...

Right, Terneuzen.

They have a garden.

They want a well-thought-out link between house and garden.

I had this brilliant idea of using pillars,

Greek pillars. Linked to the house but with light material.

Not to heavy. So the house and garden remain distinct.

Using plexiglass ensures a refined open connection.

Then again I first have to convince the people.

And they just go along and get swept away.

That's really precious. It makes me so happy.

And then you see you're on the right track.

I have some lovely drawings here. - Drawings.

Imaginative drawings I haven't realized yet.

One of my favorite elements is a house.

Not just as object but a philosophy with people.

It sounds banal. But a specialty of mine is the kitchen.

I want the kitchen to relate to the house. From the family viewpoint.

The man or woman relates to the kitchen

and you see this link to the study or whatever.

That it always has an open structure.

- Sarah? Are you listening? - Yes, I'm listening.

That's crucial for me.

That's how I try to get to grips with what I do.

- You understand the philosophy? - I get it.

So the family shapes the house and not vice versa.

You don't build the house then the family.

You capture harmony.

I made some cross-sections with in the study

someone who knows the kitchen and house are there.

- What are you doing, Sarah? - Carry on...

The kitchen's function is to be felt by people throughout the house.

Get it?

It's really important to me. The children must also feel

the harmony that you try to project.

- So I use red and yellow bricks... - Bricks!

The juxtaposition of nature and the rest.

I could talk about it for hours. It's so exciting!

Sarah, what's up?

Horny!

Horny?

Are you so horny?

Sorry...

No problem.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes... architecture.

But also my whole philosophy?

That's very important to me.

Very important.

Bye, Sarah.

Bye. Speak to you next week.

Why are you so arrogant?

It's not arrogance, really.

Why are you laughing?

You always giggle, but it's wrong for me to laugh?

That's right.

Now you know how your giggling can give the wrong impression, too.

But I'm really serious about it.

Stop laughing.

Okay. I'll try.

Is that better? Can't you see the funny side?

Not at all, no.

Darling, you shoot off about an affair with a 16-year-old.

You do that marathon in 10 minutes. Surely I can laugh?

You thought it was ridiculous.

I don't tell you everything just to excite you.

It's not to get your rope to rise.

That's worth something.

- I manage that every time. - That's great. Really.

But I thought we did that together?

Oh. Really?

Not my prick.

- You haven't made me wet once. - Well. Well. Well!

One critical aside and it's time for true confessions!

- That's right. - Lf that's what turns you on.

As long as you're a good actress.

I thought we had more than a weekly fuck.

It's not just the fuck.

You tell me a story about a minor. What can I say?

Just don't be so disparaging and arrogant.

It just seems that way.

You're just like my father!

For Christ's sake!

- An old fart! - Shut up.

I'm on the phone with an old fart.

They always said I was precocious.

Is that so?

An decrepit old fart!

Thanks a lot.

Have a nice day!

- May your fanny stay forever dry. - There are limits, okay?

Jerk!

I just love you saying that.

I never heard anyone say "jerk" so sweetly.

You know the feeling? Liking someone who says something silly?

Hello? Stormy weather?

Is the weather clearing?

Yeah, daddy... Shall do.

Will daddy tuck me in?

Just take off your panties.

Is daddy going to play naughty games?

Daddy feels like giving you a fuck.

No, don't! Not so deep!

- Take off your panties. - Daddy, help!

Daddy's going to give you a good fuck.

Go on then!

- You have to make me horny first. - Can't you do it yourself?

No, no. Make me horny. That's different.

I thought I had done my bit.

Your stories don't make me horny.

I hope they do.

- I don't think so. - Come on, this is silly.

Are we going to do something, or what?

Grab hold of my balls.

Do it yourself!

I suppose I'll have to!

Go on then, grab them.

- I have them. - Hold on nice and tight.

You grab your cunt.

I am. Just grab tight. Now jerk off, go on.

Yes, but... I am.

Go on, go on. Faster.

Sarah, this is no good.

Come on, big boy. Pull that little prick.

Faster...

Back and forth.

You know I really like you!

You know what?

Let's just go to sleep.

Let's lie nice and close, with my arms around you.

Lights out. Sleep.

Bye, darling!

This is Peter de Goey of the Groningen Sociology Institute.

We're investigating sexuality in women between 25 and 35.

Our records say you fit this category.

- Is that correct? - Yes.

Of course the data will remain anonymous.

- Are you willing to cooperate? - Sure. No problem.

I have 120 questions. It should take about 10 minutes.

- That's quick! - Let's start right away.

This is a masturbation project. Have you masturbated for long?

- Ever since puberty. - Aged 11-14. 1416. 16-18?

- Since I was about 1 5. - 14-16.

- Did you masturbate much? - I really don't know.

Estimates are permitted.

Let's say about twice a week.

Has the frequency increased?

The present frequency is?

- About four times a week. - Four times. Right.

Do you prefer specific days?

- Especially Friday to Monday. - Weekend with periphery.

- What time? Morning. Noon. Night? - 9-10 at night.

And I shouldn't forget Thursday.

Thursday, too. 9-10 is the only time?

- Also later... - At night.

Not during the day?

Yes, daytime, too.

- Do you spread your legs? - I beg your pardon?

- Do you spread them not. Half. Wide? - Wide.

- Feet together or apart? - Together.

Do you manipulate the clitoris at once or around it first?

First around it.

How long? 1. 2. 5. 15 minutes?

Between 5 and 10 minutes.

I have to add that category.

But I soon close in on the clitoris emotionally.

Aha! Subjective sense of time. How do you manipulate the clitoris?

With the hands? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 fingers?

Three fingers.

Thumb. Index. Middle. Ring. Pinkie?

Middle three.

Up and down, circles, variable?

Variable.

Perfect answers. Do you use technical aids.

- Dildo, vibrator, other? - What's other?

- Cucumber. Banana. Bottle. Candle? - No, never.

- You fantasize during masturbation? - Regularly.

- Text. Pictures. Own imagination? - My own imagination.

Fantasies with men. Women. Animals?

Both, not with animals.

- Men and women, alternating? - Alternating or simultaneous.

- Passive, active? - Active.

Active, fine.

Do you talk and are your utterings coherent or not?

I utter whole monologues.

To someone or to yourself?

Often to myself.

To yourself. You use a mirror? Hand. Wall. Free-standing?

A hand mirror if at all.

When do you use a mirror?

I don't understand.

For facial expressions or other parts?

I look down there. - Right.

Do you soon get moist. Wet. Soaking?

Moist at first, finally soaking.

All degrees, right?

- Do you make noises? - Yes.

I mean orgasmic noises.

Could you give me an example?

It's of phonetic importance. Opinions differ, you see?

- I'll try. - Go ahead.

- I have to do it now? - I'll just switch on the equipment.

- Is it on? - It's on. Go ahead.

Can you repeat that?

That's enough. Thank you.

Is it so that your noises increase your partner's enjoyment?

Sure!

Does your partner watching increase the excitement.

That evokes great excitement. - And your partner.

Does he join in with his own organ? Or does the deed ensue?

Can you clarify this?

He starts the deed.

With himself or with you?

- With himself. - Right.

Your enjoyment evokes the excitement?

Do you masturbate with partner or alone?

Often alone.

And the deed? Often with partner?

Seldom, never.

But it does happen?

- It's up to you! - Seldom. Never.

Great.

We've nearly reached the end.

Now the final question: Do you masturbate

because your partner fails, or is that irrelevant?

I masturbate for my own enjoyment!

Fine.

That was it. Thank you.

I have a few statistical queries.

- How tall are you? - 5'8".

- Eyes: Blue. Green. Brown? - Brown.

- Fine. You are single, married. - I live alone.

You got that?

Right.

That makes everything much clearer.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Your answers will be mailed to you with a small gift.

Good night and thanks for being so candid.

- My pleasure! - Mine. Too.

Always. Time and again...

You know it?

Yes.

Terrible, eh?

Wonderful!

Willeke alberti. Isn't it?

Willeke Alberti.

- Are you a fan of hers? - No way!

- Yes, you are. - Okay. I admit it.

- Is it a record? - It's a tape.

I recorded it from the radio, because my hairdresser, Peter...

What's his name?

Peter.

He's a great fan and turned me on to it.

It's distorting.

You heard it at the hairdresser's?

The cat just loves it.

I went to the hairdresser to get my hair trimmed.

I know him well, and it was after closing time.

I came in and this song was playing.

He started cutting my hair.

First a rinse and then a cut.

And this song was on real loud. We joined in.

- Joined in? - Peter and I.

I had a sleeveless blouse

and a wide skirt on.

I was hanging over the basin.

Hanging which way?

- First with my head back - Oh yes. Head back...

And the water flowed over my hair.

He finished and asked if I needed cutting elsewhere.

Where?

Under my arms.

I see what you mean.

He'd seen.

How much did he cut off?

How much?

About an inch.

Just a trim.

To keep it healthy.

I have to keep my armpits healthy, too.

That song played all the time.

He had recorded it umpteen times.

So I raised my right arm first.

It's weird: A hairdresser in your armpit.

They tickle, the silver scissors.

Not shaved, but trimmed.

Shaved is so middle-class.

So a few hairs are always left.

I like that best of all.

Dear old Peter.

My hair is much darker there.

Lovely.

Then my other armpit...

I should hope so.

You're weird.

What?

You're weird.

I don't know why I'm telling you.

This song always makes me so sad.

That's all right. Isn't it?

It's strange

paying someone to trim your armpits.

He must be quite something, Peter.

He must be.

What did you say?

He must be.

But I'd much rather you cut my hair.

It's a pity I can't.

I could carry on where he left off.

Can you imagine it?

I'm the hairdresser and carry on cutting.

But there isn't much left.

I'll have to cut those other hairs.

They need trimming, too.

I don't have to pay you, do I?

No. I'll gladly do it for free.

So, I'm Peter. Sarah? You'll have to put the music on.

I'll rewind it.

You should record it lots of times just like Peter.

Shall do.

Peter has a way with the ladies.

But he didn't do anything else?

No, he didn't.

I'll be Peter and say, "Take your skirt off, Sarah."

"Little hairs on your bikini line."

They need trimming.

- Go on... - Take off your panties then.

Are they off?

Yes.

Then I'll take the scissors.

Spread your legs.

I can see all the hairs. I'll sit in between

or I might snip your skin.

It looks just lovely. Anyway. Shall I start cutting?

Can you feel my fine scissors on all those lovely hairs?

Such lovely hairs. Lovely.

- Lots of curls. - Curls.

Can you spread your legs more?

A little wider?

They're very wide.

I can see hairs round your ass. Too.

Can I trim them. Too?

Well, well, well.

It's a little moist.

You like Peter, don't you?

Yes, and you and the song.

All together?

I'll stop and see if it's well trimmed.

Peter slowly approaches the inside of your thighs

and then your lips.

He moves his thumb up slowly

until he reaches your clitoris with his thumb.

And my fingers stroke through your hairs.

Can you feel it?

Can't you come over here?

Sarah.

- What's up? - It's the song.

My little angel.

- Turn it off. - What's the use? Having a trim.

I thought that we together...

I thought so. Too.

But it doesn't work.

It's no use.

It's been difficult recently.

It's this damn phone.

We could think about... I know, I've said it before.

But maybe if I could ring you...

Don't start that again!

It was worth a try. It's so sad otherwise.

What did you say?

It's so sad.

You're right. Let's try again. I'm at the hairdresser.

- I can't do it. - Let's just try.

You're going to cut the hair under my arms.

- I don't have the imagination. - And trim the triangle.

- I don't have the imagination. - You have plenty.

Yes, but I just... I can't do it again.

I can't play Peter.

Because I interrupted?

It was nice to have my hand so close.

Shit! What's the point?

Blow your nose and let's liven it up.

You have any other music?

Sure. Let's dance!

Yes. Let's dance.

Let's do something. We can't say goodbye like this.

I have a great song.

It's really kitsch.

- What did you say? - It's kitsch.

Never mind. Just dance.

I can hear it. Here we go.

I'll lead. Okay?

You're a great dancer.

Now turn with your ass towards me.

Now faster.

Go on, Sarah!

That was the dance.

It hasn't finished yet!

- I don't know how to go on. - What?

- I don't know. I can't do it. - Do what?

- Dancing... - Shit! I have to hang up.

I told you about the course I give to housewives.

It's on neo-classical painting.

There's this woman who sits at the front with fierce eyes.

I went dancing in this gay disco in Amsterdam last week.

You were in amsterdam?

I really dressed up with a glitzy top.

One you fasten at the back. I looked great.

Guess who I saw there? That woman!

Wearing the same top but a different color.

She came in and I thought I recognized her.

She's usually so inconspicuous at school.

Now she was wearing tight leather pants and that top. Wow!

I started dancing and so did she.

Then I turned round and looked straight into her eyes

that were heavily made up. She had her hair down, a huge mop.

I suddenly realized how beautiful she was.

Long legs. Huge breasts.

We laughed about wearing the same top. She asked where I got it.

Hers was a lot cheaper than mine.

You could see the difference close up.

Suddenly she suggested swapping the tops

to see how they looked.

I agreed. I was pretty drunk.

So...

we headed for the bathroom

and locked ourselves in a booth.

She said. "Turn round and I'll undo you."

I turned and she unfastened me.

Then she grabbed me with her right hand. With long false nails.

She grabbed my right breast.

I didn't know what hit me.

At first she just held on

then squeezed gently. Incredible!

Then she told me to undo her top.

She turned around and my hands shook

as I undid her. One fastener at a time.

Those incredible tits appeared.

So firm and prominent with big brown nipples.

Suddenly I got the urge to feel them.

So my finger moved to her left breast.

I touched her nipple and she got goose-bumps.

I tried making circles with my finger.

Her nipples hardened and she was very horny.

I also started getting really wet.

She put her hand down the back of my panties.

She fingered me there in the booth with those nails.

She knew just what to do.

I was really wet.

Dripping syrup. Incredible. I was shaking.

I stumbled out of the toilet and got drunk.

Incredible, isn't it?

Sarah?

The woman was a lesbian.

I suppose she was.

But you aren't, are you?

No.

But it was great.

Because a woman knows what to do.

Usually you have to explain to a man, go into details.

But she just knew.

But she was a dike, they know!

A dike? She wasn't wearing overalls!

Lesbians with feelings like that aren't dikes.

Dikes usually hate men.

God knows. She wasn't a dike.

I don't know what she was.

You're attracted to dikes?

I didn't say that!

Who cares. The way you tell it, your story really excites me.

Yes.

Just like we do in our imagination.

Yes, but you go and do it with a dike. That's different.

With a dike? Don't use that word!

With a lesbian then.

Who knows? Maybe she was AC/DC.

She sounds pretty dikey to me, to say the least!

You're so naive. They just eat you for breakfast.

What's wrong with that?

No. But we do have a relationship.

So I can't do it?

We've really been going steady

so you're being unfaithful.

Are you asleep, pussy?

- Is my little tom cat fast asleep? - Don't be silly!

- Delicious furry friend. - Stop it. Sarah!

Have a nice lick.

Ouch! Not with your claws!

You can't get a rise out of me.

- That lovely rough tongue. - Answer me!

You want some meat?

Sarah, you're a real bitch!

Speak to you next week! Bye!

Shit!

- How are you. Sarah? - Fine.

- You, too? - Sure.

Can you hear the music? It's my favorite.

- Really? - Yes.

Listen, Knight c6-d4.

Just a moment.

- My move? - Yes.

Bishop e3 takes Knight d4.

This is quite some trade.

One more. Sarah?

No, next week.

Are you sure. Sarah?

Sarah Wevers?

That made you think. Didn't it?

Yes.

You want to know how I know?

Isn't it something?

How did you find out?

I'll tell you.

I was at a party this week.

There was this guy. Michael.

He'd studied art history at Leiden.

I asked when, and if he knew a Sarah.

I didn't know your surname.

He said there was only one, Sarah Wevers.

Isn't that something?

I don't know.

There's even more. I said.

"Do you know where she lives?"

He'd lost touch, but he remembered

you'd been with an old man, a doctor.

Oh, then.

Isn't that funny?

And I'm seeing him next week.

I can't see you. So I'll have a drink with Michael

and we can talk about old times.

Damn it! What are you up to?

Don't get worked up. It was pure chance.

It's finished.

What are you saying?

It's finished. I won't call any more.

What?

It's your own fault.

All because I spoke to Michael?

Yes, you mustn't go snooping.

I didn't do any snooping.

I met the guy at a party and he said he studied art history.

- Don't shout at me. - It's all so childish.

I asked if he knew a Sarah and he said.

"Sarah Wevers?" I thought you'd be pleased.

It's all over, Thomas.

Sarah?

- You've gone too far. - Listen to me. Sarah.

If you just look at yourself in the mirror

you don't have to be so childish.

This wasn't the deal.

What should I do? It was pure chance.

It was all over in 5 minutes.

I didn't go to the party with the aim...

I just bumped into him and asked if he knew a Sarah.

He said he knew one, Sarah Wevers.

He was pretty fond of you, too.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

- Did you tell him how you knew me? - We didn't get that far.

Are you going to tell him?

If you'd rather I didn't then I won't say a word.

Just keep your mouth shut!

- Stay away from Michael. - What are you afraid of?

Tell me that. Don't just say it's all over.

Act your age!

You don't understand.

In my circles one doesn't admit to having phone sex. Get it?

I didn't say a word!

I just wanted a drink with him to talk about your student days.

I wanted to surprise you.

I thought it may excite you.

No. I don't like it at all.

- Just stay out of my life. - But I'm in your life.

You can't deny it. I'm in your soul.

If I don't call, it's finished.

I know all about that.

Just get that through your thick skull.

You mustn't threaten me.

Don't blackmail me. You're not in my life or soul.

I think so. We often say so.

When we're on the phone, yes.

That's what I mean. We're on the phone now.

That's all. We have nothing in the past or future,

only on Thursdays.

But it was nice meeting the guy.

You mustn't talk or ask about me.

I didn't ask.

Yes. You did. You asked if he knew a Sarah.

That's logical, isn't it?

No, it isn't!

So it all has to be furtive?

Yes.

Even that.

Yes.

I didn't tell him we phone.

You mustn't even mention me.

You mustn't talk about me, okay?

Do you hear me, Thomas?

Your threats don't worry me.

Or I won't call you any more.

What's the big secret? Why?

Sarah Wevers, what's the secret?

Just tell me.

I have no secrets.

I just want my friends kept out of it.

Okay. I understand. Only too well.

I'll cancel the meeting and not say another word.

- You will? - I will.

- You really will? - Really.

Why is it never enough?

Come on! Pick up the phone!

I have to leave for a party in ten minutes.

Shall we have a quick fuck?

Are you that horny?

I just have to finish this.

What? Finish what?

I just have to find a drawing.

- Hurry up! - Just start without me.

- Can you hear me? - I can hear you.

I have my hand in my panties.

Go on.

- Go on, make yourself horny. - I'm horny as a tree frog.

Have a great screw.

- Come on... - I'm nearly ready.

Put that fucking drawing away.

I know you're horny, but if I don't finish now, my pen will dry.

- You can carry on in 10 minutes. - Carry on...

- Okay, I'm fingering. - One more thing...

Carry on, I can feel it growing.

Come on, hurry!

- Lie down on the sofa. - Just one little thing.

Fucking hurry! Fuck me now!

My hard prick is on its way.

Come on inside me!

Here I am.

Hurry, I have to go out!

Sarah, you're really horny.

Shit, hurry up!

It isn't easy. It takes preparation.

I'm loosening my pants, damn it.

Carry on! Here it comes, I'm fucking you.

- Grab my ass. - Shut up.

What?

Shut up.

Let's just do it. Come on.

Carry on... Faster.

Faster...

It's 10:1 5. I have to go.

I'll call next week. Bye.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Who's calling?

Calling? It's, uh...

Sarah!

I couldn't think of anything.

Venema speaking.

Venema?

Hello, Mr. Venema.

You knew my son?

Is this Thomas?

No. Wilbert Venema's father.

Sorry, wrong number.

You knew my son?

No.

I'd better tell you.

He had an accident on Sunday and was buried yesterday.

I don't understand. You are the father?

Of Wilbert Venema.

Wilbert?

So you knew my son? What's the connection?

Is this 6983290?

That's correct.

You have a son of 33?

My son was 49.

It must be the wrong number.

I'm sorry.

- My excuses... - Goodbye. Ma'am.

I'm sorry.

It's quite all right. Ma'am. Goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

Venema speaking.

Sorry, this is Sarah again.

You just called. Didn't you?

Yes.

Is anything wrong?

No, I...

Do you live in Amsterdam?

No. I live in Zwolle.

I am in my son's house.

You're in Amsterdam, right?

Yes. On Onbekende Gracht.

I am sorting out his affairs.

My wife died a few years back. I'm arranging my son's affairs.

May I ask you...?

Your son is an architect?

That's right.

He was. I'm afraid.

I don't understand.

Can you tell me the connection. Maybe I can help.

I believe, I...

He never mentioned you.

I haven't come across the name Sarah.

I think I'm a friend.

How nice.

May I ask,

you have one son?

I had one son.

His name was Wilbert?

But can I help in some way?

Dead?

Yes. On Sunday.

I informed everyone.

It was in the national papers.

I don't know if you read them.

He was 49.

I'm sorry.

I won't disturb you again.

I'm only too glad to be of help.

I have no idea how.

As you wish.

I can give you my home number. Just in case.

Was he married?

Divorced 2 years ago.

Any children?

Yes. Two.

One was 22. the other 20.

Did he have a girlfriend?

Not that I know of.

I have heard nothing. And he never...

And his ex-wife is there?

She doesn't like this house.

But he didn't have a girlfriend?

He didn't come to see me often.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

It's a strange story.

I only knew him on the phone.

What do you mean?

We never met.

You spoke on the phone?

Did he tell you?

No. I would like to be more positive.

Can I ask where and how it happened?

I have to say.

It wasn't an accident.

It was his decision.

Could you tell me how?

If you don't mind. It's difficult to talk about.

I understand.

Can I call you later and tell you about it?

Of course.

I'll give you my number.

You have a pen?

Yes.

It's in The Hague: 3-7-7-2-1-4-4.

Thank you very much.

That got to you didn't it?

Just joking.

- Sarah? - You're insane.

I wanted to know how much you cared.

Does this get you excited?

In a manner of speaking.

It gave you a hard on?

No. It's different.

- Not quite? - It's fascinating.

It's nice to hear your voice like that.

To see how I react?

- Great! - I didn't keep up the pretence

but I said who I was.

I said it was Thomas.

I was making a joke.

You're a sadist.

You think so?

It's a game.

This is a game?

Okay, Mr. Wilbert Venema,

May life smile on you. Good luck.

Now you're going to hang up?

I hope you do hang yourself tomorrow.

Thank you.