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TheDangerousCouple
I didn鈥檛 like her husband either. An overbearing one-upper, knew a better vodka than you were drinking, a better car than you were driving, knew more than you did about any subject that came up. Too much domination in his voice, wanted to be the only voice in the room, talked over you if you tried to get a word in, gobbled you up like food.
I didn鈥檛 like them parately, and I liked them even less together. When they were together she would eel herlf against his body, her hands moving over his torso, her eyes arching her surroundings for other visceral stimulation. He held a martini in one hand while his other hand wandered over her from behind, and his eyes roamed hungrily around the room as if somehow connected to the tour of his hand. They were like two people masturbating publicly and in unison.
I wouldn鈥檛 mention either one of them, but something happened that I can鈥檛 put to rest. My wife and I were at a restaurant one night, a small restaurant, dark and romantic, cluded booths, lots of angles, known for its wine list and its veal, and we saw him there w
ith another woman. I could e them clearly and my wife could too if she looked back, though there were tables and booths between our booth and theirs. He would have had to turn and look over his shoulder to e us. The woman had a view of us but did not know us, and I could watch everything without drawing their attention, only my wife had to turn her head to watch. But there was no need for her to turn her head becau I filled her in on what was going on. I told her they were drinking martinis, made with the greatest vodka in the world, no doubt, I could imagine him ordering it for her, the only way to drink a martini, the exact number of olives, the exact amount of vermouth. I told her about his hand winding around the mystery guest鈥檚 hand, how they leaned in and whispered and gazed into each other鈥檚 faces, his other hand dropping under the table for field trips up and down her legs. Finally my wife told me to shut up, she couldn鈥檛 stand to listen to me anymore, it was none of our business. I shut up but kept watching, thinking that we already had an invitation to the people鈥檚 hou where we usually saw him, and I looked forward to finding out if he and his wife would be there again together.马赛艾青
When we arrived at the party I saw them at once, he with his martini in hand, she with hi
m in hand, he talking with another couple, keeping them informed on some important topic, she showing no interest in whatever that topic was, her eyes casting about the room greedily for something to light on. Her eyes pasd over us as if we were invisible, no n of familiarity at all, and as we moved into the room and began greeting people she split away from her husband and wound through the guests toward a food table. It was then that I went toward her, no conscious plan, moving on impul, but an impul that had been gathering wind, I could remember eing mylf go toward her in the back of my mind.
I said her name, the first time I had ever said it to her. She was facing the table, and she turned and looked me over, something in the sound of my voice made her curious. I watched her face, her smirk, and she watched my eyes taking her in and my eyes made her more curious.
女同怎么"I ran into your husband at a restaurant."
"He didn鈥檛 tell me."
欢乐颂口琴简谱"He didn鈥檛 e me."
"You didn鈥檛 say hello?"
"I didn鈥檛 say hello becau he was busy."
"What was he busy doing?"
"He was busy drinking martinis with another woman. He didn鈥檛 look impotent when I saw him so I didn鈥檛 think I should interrupt."
The smirk broadened, her mouth opened. Her color heightened and my heart thrust against my chest. Her eye teeth were long and pointed, and her eyes were all over my face. I had the feeling that her clothes would fall off her onto the floor, and my mind filled with images of her body winding around me, her arms raid above her head. She moved clo to me, and I heard her tongue move inside her mouth.
电话打不出去是怎么回事"He can respond if the situation is just right," she said. "I know what he does. He tells me
去肝火的食物and I want to hear it. Did you think I鈥檇 be surprid? I am surprid you told me. I鈥檓 interested in that."
I kept looking at her mouth, her eye teeth, the darkness down her throat.
"If you want to tell me more about it, we can leave the room," she said and laughed. "Do you want to leave the room with me? You want to touch me? But if it鈥檚 not okay for him why should it be okay for you? I don鈥檛 mean I care if you鈥檙e a hypocrite, I鈥檓 just worried about you. You may be in over your head, can鈥檛 let the animal loo. On the other hand, you can鈥檛 stop looking at me. Can I do anything to help you relax? My blood won鈥檛 be racing in ten minutes unless you strike."
文具盒的英文I said nothing, denied nothing.
"Let me know," she said. "I enjoyed our chat."
I didn鈥檛 watch her walk away. I leaned on the food table with both hands and clod my eyes for a moment. I heard for the first time how noisy it was in the room, the noi ro
ared inside me though a minute before I had hardly noticed it. I gathered mylf and turned, hoping my wife would not be watching, hoping I鈥檇 been shielded by the other guests. But she was watching, and standing next to her was the martini-drinker鈥檚 wife herlf, the two of them talking and looking right at me. I couldn鈥檛 find the nerve to go toward them and couldn鈥檛 let mylf think what they might be talking about. Was she telling my wife what I鈥檇 said to her and how we鈥檇 both reacted? Was she proposing that my wife leave the room with us? Trying not to em in too big a hurry, I made my way toward a pair of open French doors that led out into a garden. Outside I breathed in the air and tried to clear my head, but my head would not clear, and I imagined her husband approaching me and warning me to be careful with his wife, she鈥檇 put me between two pieces of bread and that would be the end of me. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I started.
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