AFTER I RETURNED from the lake incident with the oldest of the three brothers, I went to stay in another house on the lake. Here I met a dressmaker whom I had known for some time. She was there with her husband and children, but very much wanted to make love to me. This would-be seduction took place while her family was out on the balcony. I could hear them playing. She was herself dressed up in something blue and billowing. Her yellow hair was all over the place and she had a tear in her eye, but she just could not excite me, no matter how hard she tried. I felt humiliated after that and impotent and went out to walk the streets.
Later, I arrived at the home of a friend, a woman a bit older than me, and she too offered that we make love. She was very voluptuous, and it was a joy to pull off her leggings and see her white fleshy legs. She had always been a strong supporter of me and had given me so much comfort in this troubled life, and I was grateful to return that love any way that I could. I gave into the passion, and there was only more of it, the way you might disappear into a swirl of delicious rainbow cotton candy hunger. But things started to feel weird after that, the sun dimmed, and there were clouds in the sky. Everything was gray and shadowy and then blood started to trickle out of her. It worried me, those red ribbon strands of blood. It worried me.
Her auburn hair was pulled up, and she looked down at me with those freckled cheeks and lifted her hips and said, “Don’t mind all the blood, love. Be good and soft and keep loving me.”
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