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Amen. Amen.

Dear Gypsy, I woke up very early this morning.

David was still asleep and the house was very quiet.

I dressed and went to the stables.

As you know, I'm having an affair with the new stable boy David brought back

from France.

He's so young and beautiful and quiet.

He touches me.

I lose my mind.

I want to grab at him and pull him to me, to scratch at him.

Gypsy, I can't understand anything when we're fucking. And God, when

he puts it into me and keeps pushing deeper and deeper, I

feel I could come forever.

And the hay on my back and hemorrhaging inside me.

It's all I can fear not to scream out and wake everyone.

You're good, you're good. Oh, come on, honey, come on.

Oh, honey.

Oh, honey, come on.

Oh, come on now.

Oh, please.

No, come now.

Oh, I'm fine.

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on.

No. No.

And then, when he comes, when he comes, oh, God,

how I love it when he comes and comes.

Oh, Gypsy, you must really learn to love men again.

Gypsy, you must really learn to love men again.

Learn to love men again.

That's Pauline.

She does nothing but have intercourse all day long.

Then she writes me letters about it as if I might be interested.

Those are all hers, faithfully written, telling me about her private afternoons

and her greasy paramours, bragging about her incest, her lechery, and her

violence.

But I know all that already.

You see, she's really just a child.

I haven't seen her in a while, but she keeps in close contact.

This is her way of saying, I'm there by you.

And it's good.

Very good.

But I miss her.

And sometimes I hate her for not being here when I need her.

What can I do?

All I have is the letters and the opium to explain why she's away.

Dearest Pauline.

Have you ever imagined that you men have had me as they've had you?

Have you guessed yet why I know your lover so well?

No.

You could never guess my simple, passionate Pauline.

My present is your present.

But yours is not mine.

I share my moments with you, I live my loves with you, but not with your

consent, not with your knowledge.

The time will come, though, ma beauté, when you will know it

and you will want it.

But the time is not yet here.

Dear Gypsy, it began raining again today as we left the house.

As usual, David and I weren't talking, but by now it doesn't matter that much

to me.

He wouldn't tell Richo or me where we were going, and so we all sat in

silence, staring out the windows.

Are we still make love together?

When he's not snorting coke with Richo or bawling his mistresses and

boyfriends.

He's the only man I've ever had who can fuck and fuck and never lose his heart

on. And I can come a hundred times and he keeps bawling as if nothing were

happening.

But this cool detachment of his, which drives me so wild when we're in bed,

makes the rest of my life with him unbearable.

to go to the restroom.

Son, get a restroom here.

Yeah.

Here's the key.

Bathroom's in the back.

Thank you.

No.

I'm laying out three cards, Hungarian fashion, representing Pauline's past.

The Empress.

Eternal symbol of the female infertility.

The Emperor.

Symbol of paternity and masculinity.

And the Devil.

symbol of the domination of matter over spirit, of revolution and incest.

But I knew this would read so.

I know Pauline.

She has her grandmother's soul. They even say she has her face.

You see, Pauline's great-grandfather and his two daughters came to America in

1903 from Poland.

Pauline's great-grandfather was a very strict Christian.

He was really overprotective with the two girls.

When the old man would go out to work, he would lock them up in the apartment.

The only time they could leave the house was under his chaperone.

Life was pretty lonely.

And the older they got, the more curious they became.

And he dwelt in a cave.

He and his two daughters.

And the firstborn said unto the younger, Our father is old,

and there is not a man in the earth to come in unto us

after the manner of all the earth.

Come, let us give our father wine to drink, and let us lie with him,

and preserve offspring from our father.

What are you looking at?

Watch out, this is to clean the table.

You just sit there.

Don't you think that's enough?

No, we have to get him drunk.

What's this?

Don't worry. What are you saying?

Clean this room behind my back.

No, no.

Clean the table.

I told you to clean the table.

Come and bring me some more wine. Coming!

Papa? Papa?

Papa?

Papa?

After they got the old man into bed, the two girls knew by instinct what they had

to do.

Their father was so drunk from all the wine that he would never wake up, and so

the girls felt free to do with him as they pleased.

It wasn't until Pauline's grandmother had completely satisfied herself that

the younger got her chance.

Until sunup, the girls continued to satisfy themselves without regard for

their father.

The old man never woke, and the whole night remained a secret, only between

the girls.

But the past appears again in the future, and strange affairs seem to run

in the family.

Pauline has a lover, a Nigerian princess.

She came to this country to celebrate her beauty.

She was black magic.

Darkness's soul come to life, a midnight flower.

Pauline befriended her immediately. She loved her purity and her virginity.

But the evil forces had other things planned.

Violent things that made both Pauline and her lover suffer.

It was jealousy and magic that brought it on.

But I had nothing to do with it.

Lovely niche.

I was afraid of that black bitch.

She knew Pauline had a spiritual tracker.

And she would have stopped it.

But she didn't.

Now she doesn't want to. She's forgotten it all.

In my own way, I love her just as much as Pauline does.

I tell her so while she sleeps.

Only she can't hear it.

Not with the bad dreams and all.

Want some more pear?

No, thank you.

Do you know I still have nightmares from that first time?

Not so much as in the beginning.

But it still bothers me a little.

I know.

I could picture myself all over again, leaving your apartment.

I had only been here a few weeks.

And it was late.

Very late.

This is not a bomb.

Damn, they only take that if they tell me.

Yeah. Okay.

There used to be times when I'd be so jealous with Pauline.

I wouldn't accept her letters or answer her calls.

She couldn't understand that.

Why should she?

She's never known a jealous moment in her life.

You see, being her lover today would never mean you will be her lover

tomorrow.

It's as if she didn't have a memory.

Only the one in her arms is the one she desires.

And because of this, our love was impossible.

I wanted to own her, and she couldn't be owned.

Gypsy, last night I had a dream about you.

We were in bed making love.

We'd been fucking for what seemed like hours and I was on the verge of an

orgasm.

I opened my eyes to look at you and then the strangest thing happened.

You became a man.

It wasn't like it used to be.

You weren't worried anymore about who I'd been with the night before or where

I was going to go later on.

You didn't ask me to stop seeing a collar or to give up the stable boy You

just took me and we fucked without saying a word

Then I came.

I asked you to stop and you left.

We kept going on and on.

And we were so beautiful with the moonlight on our back.

above me, driving your body into mine.

You pressed so closely I could feel the blood rushing through your veins and I

kept wishing over and over that it would never stop.

For the first time you knew what I wanted and you didn't let anyone come

between us.

It was just me and you.

I gave myself to you and you took me.

And kissed me.

And kissed me.

And kissed me.

then you started to bite and your teeth kept sinking into me the

pain was so beautiful i wanted you to keep biting to keep biting

oh gypsy it felt so good oh

so good

you

Ah!

No.

I love you.

I love you.

to fight the desire.

I tried to acknowledge its sinister nature.

But without coercion, she never would have returned.

Now I must succumb to it.

She must succumb to it.

There's no need for these anymore.

Good night, sweet.

The universe needs patience.

False unity is no unity.

There is no reality except human reality.

It's been lonely and dark for me here since you left.