Batsceba Hardy - The-Apartment

her tongue found her way up, up and up I let myself go lying down on the
sheets while her hands took possession of my buttocks and her mouth played
with my clitoris. en, keeping her tongue flat she caressed my cavities,
opening them as if she was an explorer of unknown lands.
at was what e Yellow-eyed Girl taught me and what I offered then to
my conquests, in those apartments Sebastian had up for sale. Nights of
exploration.e flame would not always light up, but when it did I would find
my love again. And for an instant be happy.
I would have liked to see the portraits Sebastian had taken and read
Emma’s notes. To be intimate with them, I mean. And since one of my gifts
is patience, I knew that ultimately it would happen.
e two lovers decided to move in one of Sebastian’s properties, as I had
suggested. An apartment that was impossible to sell, vacant for months, located
in one of those old Berlin buildings beyond the pedestrian bridge above the
Kopenhagener, with the front door covered with psychedelic graffiti and the
basement probably inhabited by the wood mushroom which goes by a
beautiful name: serpula lacrimans.e amazing thing was that no one had shut
off the gas and electricity. According to Sebastian the owner who was selling
the apartment had died the day after checking in a retirement home. ere
were no heirs, the agency forgot about the apartment and Sebastian filed away
the documents. e other tenants were elderly people and squatters, always
very quiet and discrete.
e perfect place for Emma’s invisibility.
e deal between Sebastian and me was still on, but lately I hadn’t been
using the keys, having become too involved in their progress. I thought of
myself I was the master of their destiny and spent my evenings picturing them
in their intimacy. I could make them move in that space I had helped clear,
starting from the kitchen with the white cupboard, on top of which was a row
of ceramic jars with the names written in Gothic letters. ey would have
surely interested an owner of one of the dozens of antique shops in the
neighborhood. en into the long and narrow bathroom and finally in the
bedroom with the mattress resting on disconnected boards where I would undress
them and play with their bodies. And they would sleep hugging each other.
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