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SEXUAL STORY OF O

We are intruders in the fog, looking for blurred images;

individuals chained to dusty memories

that are not even ours.

We try to find among those gray and undefined outlines,

a sharper figure, a hint in the horizon,

as undefined as it might be.

And as we approach, tripping over the low branches or the stubbles,

we only discover faces

that are not even unknown, anonymous.

I'm Macario, Plasti/'s fat cat.

I'm visiting Mrs. Jimenez at her house.

Mrs. Jimenez,

why do you use the liquid detergent P/astil?

Because Plastil laminates in white and leaves everything looking brand new.

Look at the tablecloths or the skirting boards in the corridor.

You should all do as Mrs. Jimenez.

There is always something to clean in your house.

But do if With Plastil.

No! No! No!

Don't take the Plastil bottle. How could I live without Plastil at home?

She's the perfect prey, don't you think?

You rubbish crooks, princes of dump,

mud-hole apostles,

save your pestilence for those dirty hands that are eager to relish the carrion;

for those clumsy claws

and black wings of ill-omen

await in silence at the top of peaks,

ignorant of their choice of actions.

Come here, let's kiss.

She'll see us.

Yes!

I think she has already seen us.

And you, insulting butterflies, multicolored murals,

trailers of forgotten springs,

pay attention to the insult you profess through your bright colors.

You should wear mourning clothes, the wing at half-mast,

so as not to provoke the rage of the iconoclasts.

For your insulting perfume

destroys the useless respect of red-brick mausoleums,

and the hand of punishment might fall upon you

and be justified by a hundred officia/ bulletins,

with words that are more empty

than your slightest habits.

After all, they're announcing the prices

of silk ties,

patent leather shoes

and lily-crushing boots.

And one of these days, once winter is gone,

you'll find a clear passage

to the true and candid spring. Amen.

Mario, come here.

I want her to see us making love.

She's watching.

We need to drive her crazy.

Let me go on top.

That's it!

That's it, honey!

Scream louder. Let her hear you!

Come here. Get down on your knees.

Louder, scream louder!

She's ready. Go get her.

Hurry up. Don't take long.

Your neighbor. Mara.

Hi. How are you?

I don't understand.

Come with me.

Come in.

Come on. Don't be a fool.

I don't understand.

I'm sure you'll understand this.

Do you like it? Come on.

Come here.

Hi, how are you? I'm Mario.

What's your name?

My name is Odile.

Nice to meet you.

Get off her.

Mario, what's wrong with you?

Nothing, I suppose.

She's just a child.

But she's the best one.

Poor girl.

Why do you care? They'll pay us more than ever.

That's the only thing that matters.

It's true. I know.

Where are you going?

I'm going for a walk.

Come with me. Come on.

Let's go take a bath.

Where are we going?

To the swimming pool.

Come on. Stop talking and come with me.

"Una piscina." A swimming pool.

Hey, don't take too long!

No, it's just a quick swim.

Yes, a quick swim.

See you afterwards.

Please, Mario, don't feel bad.

Why are you acting like this now?

I can't send that girl to her death.

Why do you see it that way?

Think about us.

It's the last time, and then we'll be gone forever.

I know.

Mario, please.

We've done it before. What the hell!

And that pervert couple pays well.

I know.

But it's my conscience...

Even the toughest man feels guilty sometimes.

You've fallen in love with that girl.

Don't make excuses.

That's not true.

With the other women, it was easier.

They were whores and they could easily end up this way.

But she's so cheerful, so naive.

Oh, Mario,

it's our big chance.

The last one.

We can't waste it.

We have to take this girl to the island.

Please, Mario, please.

Oh, God!

It'll be the last time. The last time.

I promise.

Tell me you'll do it.

Please, tell me you'll do it.

Hi, Odile, how are you?

Fine, I'm fine.

Are you still reading that book?

Why haven't you come to see us?

You're naughty, but I love you.

J' Happy birthday to you J'

J' Happy birthday to you J'

J' Happy birthday, dear... J'

Come on! Come in the water!

It's too cold!

No, it's not!

It feels great!

J' Happy birthday to you J'

J' Happy birthday to you J'

J' Happy birthday... J'

J' Happy birthday to you J'

J' Happy birthday to you J'

J' Happy birthday, dear... J'

No, Armando, don't insist.

It's better if we don't see each other for now.

Come here to have dinner?

No way.

Are you crazy?

Come on in!

- Are you sure? - Of course.

I have to go. I have guests. I'll call you later.

Here's our new friend.

Allow me to introduce you.

Odile Stevens, Princess von Baky.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Odile is American.

- Don't I get a kiss? - Yes.

- Have a seat, please. - Thank you.

Congratulations! Where did you find her?

It wasn't easy. She's gorgeous.

- Has she been here for a long time? - I don't know.

As much as I've tried, I don't understand her.

I imagine that you've already sampled her.

Of course, and she's not bad at all.

Isn't it dangerous if she stays here, even if it's forever?

No one will ask for her.

She's completely on her own.

How much do you want for her and for your silence?

She's very different from what we've brought you before.

Now it's me who doesn't understand anything.

I don't know what you're saying.

But I'm sure you know how much you'll ask for her.

I hope we get to an agreement, considering the quality of the product.

If only she knew what we're talking about.

Come with me.

We'll get you a dress to wear for lunch.

Do you remember that poor girl? What was her name?

Enriqueta, or something like that?

Oh, yes!

She was a disaster!

She didn't understand anything either.

And she was from Spain.

I wonder where you found her.

You must have gone to the top of the mountain to find such an illiterate girl.

It was terrible. Awful!

After taking a bath, she didn't look so bad.

No, no, she was delicious.

But I think she never realized what was going on.

Well, she seemed surprised.

- Can you give me some of that? - Of course.

Try some of this salad. It's delicious.

Everything is from our garden.

I could eat salads forever.

Do you like the salad, Odile?

She's lovely. Everything is fine for her.

I sure think so.

And you, Mara, don't you want a little bit more?

Don't worry about me. I usually don't eat that much.

That depends. You sure eat other things.

Yes, but you're not going to compare that with a simple salad.

Do you remember that time with the black girl from the ballet?

Of course.

My husband has always hated black people.

We believe in white supremacy.

Maybe we're a little bit old-fashioned,

but we just couldn't make love with a black woman.

- You understand me, right, Mario? - Yes, of course.

But we don't think the same about the Moors.

I hate the Moors. They're dirty.

Come on! Don't be racist!

Don't forget they built the Alhambra fortress in Granada.

And they got so tired that they haven't taken a bath since.

You're so cruel. Poor people.

Some Spaniards are very dirty people, too.

Well, I like French women.

They always smell really good.

- Don't be silly! - I met a top French model once.

Anyway, I think eroticism has no limits.

Sometimes a stupid and dirty person can be very attractive.

Yes, I agree, but... A nice smell...

She had an amazing body.

But, darling, this is a Spanish party. Everybody is drunk!

Stay here a month or two.

- Can I borrow her, Mara? - Of course.

- Right, Mario? - Of course.

We can do it tonight, right?

What do you think?

Is Mario too busy?

He's been a little silent lately. Maybe he'll enter a monastery.

Maybe. I'll be a nun if he does.

I like your husband. You know?

Your tie.

You have no class.

Take her to my room, quickly!

Do you hear me?

Help me.

Let's go. Be careful.

I'll get her ready, the way you like it.

Here.

Where are you going?

I don't want to see what they do to her. You can stay if you want.

Mario!

I can't!

I can't!

I can't! Help me!

Let's go. We'll try again tomorrow, the way we like it.

Come with me now.

We're going to please you. You'll see. You'll moan with pleasure.

Think about Odile...

Don't you hear her groan in pain?

Yes!

Don't you see her bleeding breasts?

Yes!

Don't you see me slashing her pussy with my whip?

Yes! Yes! Yes.

- Yes... - Oh, yes.

(speaking in German)

We will finish with everyone. You are inferable...

But loving with them.

Yes... Yes... Yes!

Hello. How are you?

Did they hurt you?

Do you understand me?

Odile! Odile! Stop it! Let's go home.

I won't tell the Princess how and where I found you.

We'll talk later, Mario.

Stay there! Don't move!

Did you hear me?

No!

Now you'll be much more docile.

It can't be possible...

THE END