Vanity. Ares

looks; raising her eye brows and cutting her eyes
when I said something to the affect of: “We could
just go back to my place.” She ignored my words
and I was indifferent to pushing on to persuade
her. Though by that time I was drunk and I
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remember seeing double and being unable to fully
comprehend what was going on — two bottles of
red wine and more would do that to you.
Opposite sat Maria and on the right side of
myself sat Beckett and Anais chatting amongst
themselves, kissing from time to time. I drank
staring at Maria’s breasts, I have always been a
breast man, perhaps because I never had a mother
I have always regarded the suckle of the breast
highly, though at this time I think 'The Breasts'
had appeared; The Devil in a red dress, allusions
of temptation. I first noticed 'The Breasts', which
were round, perhaps noticeably fake, but I could
not know, mostly because at the time I was drunk
off my face and because a breast seemed a breast;
breasts at that time were not shrouded in any type
of politics; they were unblemished in that regards.
In a rather deep voice I remember 'The Breasts'
then saying: “Can I sit here? my friend hasn’t
turned up.” Meanwhile being that it was one or two
am I knew what that really meant; asking to sit next
to a drunk man in the middle of the night when
there was so much space to sit elsewhere, is simple
code for wanting to sleep with someone; this is the
same universally, in Italy, Swizterland, wherever.
I said, sure, especially since Maria was
nonchalant by the presence of someone new, as
usual by that time. She just smiled at 'The Breasts'
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