She pulls out a handkerchief, blows her nose. She dabs her eyes. She is disheveled, ugly, with her small hands running down her reddened face.
"You’ve ruined everything," she says, sobbing.
"Ruined what?"
I stand in front of her.
"What is it that I’m supposed to have ruined, tell me..."
She makes to push me aside. I block her, grab her arms. I lean forward and give her a tongue kiss. Her mouth tastes of alcohol and smoke. She is a stinking sewer. I start fondling her, through the folds of her dress. Her t**s are soft, the buttocks withered and empty. She undresses. Nervously. She stands there in her panties and b*a. She looks at me and waits. Her body is like Troy after the siege of the Mycenaeans, all ashes and corpses.
