'I think you're wonderful. Fantastic. You know what, you're great.'
'Don't...' She is a young slut on vac in Paris and proud to be what she is...a simple slut.
'I think...I think you are the salt of this earth.'
Jeez, know what, never heard that before.
Jeez...Salt of the...earth! Sounds, well, weird.
But she knows what he means. He means well. He means she is not what she is, a slut. According to him, and maybe he means it. But she'd rather he didn't. She is pure slut, see. Pure and simple slut and proud, what she is.
And she prefers to be real. So she asks, more like states, 'But you wouldn't like any of your daughters to pick up an older guy in a Paris bar?'
'I don't know. Right now, I'm feeling. I dunno...I know not.'
'But I do. You wouldn't...And you're wrong.'
'Guess what, I'm not thinking about my daughters this minute...' He has his hands over her nipples.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
