In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

lurted.
"Oh, so, what else is new?"
"She wants a partie a trois."
"A what?"
"A threesome."
"I know what it is. Is this more of her muse crap? Modulating
the signal through her pussy, or whatever she was doing in that rubber
suit?"
"Whut?"
"Forget it, some stuff she was ranting about in the Louvre,
about angels and Stendhal syndrome and us being muses for celestial
transmissions or something. Not sex though.”
"Stendhal effect?"
"She has this thing about perpetrating Stendhal effect as the
artist or muse's prime objective, as channeled from some higher power.
Angels or something. She quoted Rilke."
"I dunt think this is about work. It is about closeness, she says."
"She puts drugs in our drinks, Sandro!"
"She says you are square."
"Square? I lost my virginity at sixteen to an illiterate half- Indian
hick in the back of his barn, how square is that? Hey, girls just don't
turn me on."
"I am sorry. Ula says casual sex is part of becoming mature. She
considers herself adult, imagine. It is just her little game."
"Her little game? The pedophile's daughter? Come on, I saw the
pictures, some game."
"Penelope!"
"You've known her all your life and you've got a history and I'm
okay with that, I really am. But please, just don't bring me into it." She
took a sip of the new beer. "Hey, have you ever done that, a party a
twah?" she asked.
"Yes." He rubbed his face nervously.
"With boys or girls?"
He smashed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets.
"Forget it, okay?."
"I am cursed," Sandro whispered from behind his hands.
"Oh, get real. Hanging around this crowd, its no surprise you
have no moral discipline."
"No moral discipline?" He shouted.
Pete was in at his spot now, listening to every word. He slapped
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