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Arlette’s saga, volume 1<br />
The monotonous kilometers of motorway, similar to a life without cheese, were streaming<br />
with an unflagging rhythm. Arlette knew the road through and through : she had<br />
ac<strong>com</strong>plished it so many times, always with the same devotion, with the same desire<br />
which gnawed her belly. However, she distrusted the final part, in the Parisian area. The<br />
belt of the city always suffered of chronic traffic jam where she came in, around 5 pm.<br />
Every time that she had parked her car where she could, she went up the stairs to the<br />
second floor, the heart beating. She inserted the key, his key, in the heavy lock. <strong>No</strong>body.<br />
<strong>Eric</strong> systematically came at home after. He liked to <strong>com</strong>e in and to discover her clothes,<br />
the posture she adopted to coil up on the sofa. His was never tired of feeling the<br />
sensation of her raped intimacy with surprising a woman installed in his home. Each time,<br />
his imaginary became stronger, brought in a flood of very visible emotions and he made<br />
her love intensely, without undressing himself, making last the pleasure, as she desired it<br />
passionately.<br />
When she was driving, she dreamed of all the first times she knew with him. She always<br />
was surprised to bring to the light new hidden facets of this man, similar to a Russian<br />
dolly. When she thought she had a turn of his character, convinced to know him until the<br />
limit of his thoughts, he chose this precise moment to reveal another part of his personal<br />
characteristics. And when she looked the whole she found out, the pieces of the puzzle<br />
patiently collated, it filled up her heart and dimmed her sight of a salt emotional liquid.<br />
He enjoyed torturing his brain until he imagines and realizes something which would<br />
surprise her. The sole limits were his imaginary one's, totally exacerbated by his first<br />
wedding, made of frustrations.<br />
As she was eager to discover a new small colored figurine inside the nest of Russian dolls,<br />
she put more on speed, nearing the red limit of the motor's rating. That was always like<br />
this : she imagined herself against him and everything went faster : her heart, her speed,<br />
her desires. During their first meeting, on the fine sand of Tunisia, he asked her if she<br />
wanted to live "others magical instants". She accepted without suspecting that magic<br />
would be the cement of their meeting. Colors, perfumes, words, presents, so many<br />
sensations reminding, daily, his presence in spite of the kilometers between them.<br />
Once, very special, he dared an unprecedented trick. She came at Paris during the week,<br />
by train. The appointment had been taken at the feet of the venerable lady of iron (not<br />
Margaret Thatcher), the Eiffel tower. A meeting place easy to find, she thought. In fact,<br />
the party occurred in the Eiffel tower, in the panoramic restaurant named "Le Jules<br />
Verne". They had dinner tête-à-tête and took advantage of the view that couldn't be<br />
obstructed over all Paris <strong>com</strong>pletely lighted up.<br />
The dinner was sprinkled and the overheated spirits got a natural inclination to lead the<br />
conversation back to the sexual allusions. The shape of the wine's bottle reminded them a<br />
sex, they thought to discern a typical bump under the trouser of the waiter, a reaction due<br />
to the dress that Arlette wore and which was opened at very interesting places.<br />
After the meal, in the lift of one of the tower's feet, it carried on all the more. Their<br />
bodies touched themselves lightly time and time, she by provoking with her eyes and her<br />
suggestive walk swaying the hips, he by keeping his hands in the pockets with many<br />
difficulties. They laughed at the contrite appearances of the sixteenth borough's lower<br />
middle class, unintentional witnesses of the erotic scene.<br />
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