Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Seven

For Ruth, the days before Polly's show were new and lonely.Ruth saw Polly three or four times when she came down to return the plate, or get the coffee or the wine.But the opportunity to talk never came up, and if we could exchange a few words, it was all about the performance and how those songs were performed.Gareth seemed to be in a similar working order, coming in only for coffee and dinner. One Monday after I was discharged from the hospital, I received a large package from Amazon, which was for Gareth.Ruth went to his studio, and she walked along the edge of the wet grass, thinking she'd put some stepping stones here when time and money allowed.I saw him sitting at a sloping wooden table, burying himself in a sketchbook and sketching, with a fluorescent lamp illuminating his work.She felt that her position was very special, she could see him, but he couldn't see herself.It all seemed so mysterious, so strange to her.She knocked on the door, then waited by the window—he hated having people break in while he was working.

Gareth startled, but then he put his hands on his chest and turned around, smiling when he saw it was Ruth. "You have a package," she said, gesturing to him through the window that the package was in the room above. He gave her the thumbs up. "I'll be right up," he replied.She went back into the house listlessly and waited for his appearance. "Ah—here comes the villain at last!" he said when he entered the kitchen half an hour later. "What is it?" Ruth wanted to open it impatiently. "Look, Ruth," he said, opening the box to reveal a valuable coffee maker, not like the one in their kitchen, "it's advanced, it has a hard water filter, it has quality assurance Clogged self-cleaning milk boiler." He took the coffeemaker out of its box and stroked its black chrome lines.

His enthusiasm was endearing, and normally Ruth would stop there.But just now when Gareth took out the coffee machine, the invoice fell out of the box, and she saw that the price on it was four digits.Seems like such a waste. "I don't see why we're even buying a coffee maker, Gareth. The one we got is pretty good, isn't it?" "Yes, it's very nice, but this one is for my studio, so I don't have to run over here when I want some coffee." "Sounds like a good way to save time," she said.He folded the cardboard box to put it away for recycling.

"I've got to come here to grind the beans, though. No grinder can match my machine." "I know," Ruth said. "I'm going to take it on its maiden voyage." Gareth kissed Ruth on the cheek, grabbed the jar of coffee he ground in the morning, and headed for the studio.He tucked the coffee machine under his free arm, and it leaned against his hip like a particularly clumsy, strong child. Ruth badly wanted him to come up and get her coffee.Ever since she and Flossie came back, he had always plunged into the studio after supper, leaving her alone to put the children to bed, and pass the rest of the evening with a book and a glass of wine.She started pushing back the older kids' bedtime a little bit to shorten her alone time, but she always felt like she was doing something wrong, and she didn't know what was wrong.

Some nights, she wasn't even aware of Gareth's presence.He did not go to bed until she had fallen asleep with Flossie, who had temporarily returned to bed with them.And when they woke up in the morning, he was often gone.Ruth suspected that he sometimes worked all night, because in the morning she could find no sign of him in bed: the pillow was not crumpled, and the sheets did not smell of him. The only time I could talk to him was at dinner, but at this time the boys and girls were so chattering and rowdy that there was little they could do except keep order.She had to keep reminding herself that Gareth had been through times like this before, and each time it boded well for his work, and therefore, ultimately, for the family as a whole.But she couldn't help feeling that something was different this time.Maybe it's just because his studio is so close to home.She couldn't figure out what was going on.

Polly's performance is getting closer.Ana, Nico, and Yannis all wanted to go to the Ram's to hear her sing, but Ruth wouldn't let the children go Monday through Friday nights.Ruth felt that it might not be appropriate for Nico to hear his mother sing about his father so soon after his father died.How, she wondered, was the right thing to do under the circumstances.Let it be.In her opinion, no matter what, as long as it can make Polly walk on the road of independence, it is a good thing. The two boys couldn't believe they couldn't go.They argue that in Greece they can go anywhere at any time and the kids can do whatever they want.

"I'm afraid it's different here, boys," said Ruth. "But that's what our mother sang..." "I'm sorry. The bosses there are very firm, no exceptions. They expect a lot of people, and it's not safe or appropriate for you to go." "What the fuck did that boss say," Nico growled. "Nico!" Ruth stopped. Still, Ruth felt guilty about it.In order to make up for the fact that they did not go to the concert, she agreed to record the concert.In this way, Nico's first viewing of her mother's concert was through the medium, and any reactions were private, and she could keep him from watching if necessary.

"Then I'm off—goodbye." On the day of the performance, Polly made a rare appearance in "Cottage House," saying goodbye to the children before heading to the Ram's for sound proofing.Although it is not an electro-acoustic instrument, Polly said that she still has to find the feeling of the venue. "Wish me luck," she said, ruffling Nico's hair.He glared back at her. "Goodbye, Mom." Yanis reached out and gave her a big hug.For a moment she closed her eyes, soot-black lashes meeting white cheeks.A smile played on her red lipsticked mouth as she placed her large, bony hands on Yanis's thin shoulders.Then, the moment passed.

"Going to go," she said, turning away. "My audience is waiting for me." She strode out of "Country House" with her guitar slung across her back. Ruth stared at the bologna sauce she was stirring.Polly barely noticed her presence, but it was nice to see Polly so lively.Any kind of activity is a good thing.As soon as it starts, there will be a momentum, perhaps an extraordinary upward momentum.But now Ruth began to worry about the children again, what would happen to them if they were out of her sphere of influence. She turned and saw them standing by the door looking out at the front garden, at the clearing Polly had left.

"Are you sure the camera is still charging, Nico? It's plugged into the outlet next to the TV." Thirty minutes later, Gareth came out of the studio. "Aren't you alright?" he asked, looking at Ruth.Ruth was still standing there, stirring the sauce, "We have to change, don't forget." She always wore the worn, unwashed T-shirt she worked around the house and the denim trousers she wore for working in the garden—the same old, baggy trousers she wore when she was pregnant.The trousers were spattered with paint and cement, and her mud-coloured knees showed through a gap in the top.She often wears these trousers recently.She had a strange feeling: just go to the bar in these dirty pants.She doesn't want to look like she's supporting her.Of course, it is impossible to do so.People will talk.

"Sorry, I'm a little dizzy." She blinked, and she put the spaghetti water on the boil and set the table while Gareth washed the ink off his fingers in the kitchen sink. "It was a good day," he said. "The river project had a breakthrough." "Oh, is it?" “I found the language I was looking for. Things that were digitally composited and etched and hatched didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel real. Or woodblock prints, Ruth, absolutely.” "Wood engraving!" "I'm going to get some wood from the trees by the river." "Is that a good idea?" She pictured a row of bare tree stumps by the river, like a photograph in a color supplement of the destroyed Amazon rainforest.Large tracts of rainforest were devastated. "I just take a branch here and a branch there. Taking the wood is part of my job. I intervene very little in the material, just a little, and it feels like there's water flowing. Let the texture on the wood Talk. And then…" He paused, drying his ink-stained hand on the dish rag, which meant it had to be sent to the laundry immediately. "And then what?" She couldn't imagine what he said.Whenever he talked about work, she was always like that.It had taken him a long time to come to these conclusions, but he had explained them to her in such a way that they sounded so simple and obvious that they seemed too easy to be worth the effort. "Then I'll draw the human body on it. I don't know how yet, but the theme is about beauty and destruction. About how we came into this world, how we come to this world and how we plunder the world, put it crushed to pieces." "I want to see your work." "There's nothing to see yet, but if there is any later, I promise you I'll give you a sneak peek." She drained the noodles, and Gareth leaned forward and kissed her hair. Ruth broke away from him suddenly and rang the bell. "It's supper!" she cried. "Not bad, not bad today." Gareth rubbed his hands and sat down. For some reason, Ruth always felt unmotivated.Maybe the wine, she thought, would lift her spirits.From the bottom shelf of the wine rack—where the better wines are kept—she took a bottle of Bardolino, opened it, and poured herself a large glass.Realizing she forgot to pour Gareth a glass, she turned away with the drink.She patted her head, walked back, took out a wine glass, wiped it carefully with her T-shirt, and poured the wine. After dinner, Ruth arranged for the older children to clean up the dishes and the table, while she went to bathe and nurse Flossie, and prepared to put her to bed next.Flossie made a slight kick in the shower, stirring up a few lather.It was the liveliest Ruth had seen since she was in the hospital.For the first time, she felt that her daughter was not affected.She finally sees a silver lining, but it could also be the alcohol. She had just put Flossie down when the doorbell rang.Probably Ranka.Ranka is the au pair girl of Simon's family. She comes to Simon's family to take care of the children at night and lives in his house for free.Simon didn't go to Polly's concert, so that seemed like a good solution to the dilemma that both Ruth and Gareth wanted to go. "Did you hear that, Gareth? I've got to get dressed. Get her a cup of tea and I'll be right down." Ruth felt a little apprehensive when she put Flossie on the cot she had brought from the nursery.According to the original plan, she was going to put Flossie in the cot, and when they came back from the show, she would carry her to their bed, the only place she felt safe now was their bed.This night was going to be a big test, and it was the first time she had left the children alone at home—except for Anna, who was spending the night at someone else's house on the day the house was dedicated.Flossie had just been released from the hospital, and the baby was left alone again, and, well, Ruth didn't know what to do.For the past few days, she has been feeling sick to her stomach and is constantly running towards the toilet.But she had to go again.When she confided her concerns to Gareth, he patiently told her that the Ram's Bar was only a few hundred yards away from his home. He will tell Charlie, the owner of the Ram bar, that he must tell Ruth immediately if he receives a call from Ranka. He couldn't understand how disturbed Ruth was. Ruth walked into the dressing room, leaned against the large dressing mirror, and looked closely at herself in the mirror.What if she said the child was sick?What if she said she had a headache or threw up? —she knew these were compelling reasons—then she needn't have gone.But when she looked at Christos's portrait of Polly, all the past came to her mind.To Polly she owes her loyalty, she owes it to her.It is absolutely impossible not to go to the bar to cheer her on. Since we are going, what should we wear?She picked up the black dress with the circular strip of sequins at the bust, which Gareth loved so much.She took off the cotton pants and T-shirt, piled them on the floor, and pulled the skirt over her head.It looked a bit tight compared to the time she had worn it for Gareth to see before they left London.But it's a belted dress, and she could just ditch the belt and pull it a little over her stomach.She looks in the mirror.The breasts are squeezed and exposed, which is good, she thought.She didn't pay attention to what the rest of the places looked like for too long. She grabbed her hair, pulled it up, and pinned it in the back with a large bobby pin.She poured some water on her face and put on a bit of lipstick—the first time she had in months.She paused for a moment, carefully examining her own face in the mirror.In the blue light of the bulb above the mirror, she looked hazy and very tired.She fumbled in a drawer on her own side of the bathroom for a bright marker, which was a bit of a luxury for her, and to her annoyance, it seemed to be missing. With more important things to attend to, she slipped her feet into her black suede flats and went downstairs to find Ranka, who was going to show her around the house. To her somewhat surprise, the nanny was sitting at the table drinking with Gareth.It must be unwise to drink alcohol if you have to look after four children, right?The thought of taking Ranka back flashed through her mind.This is certainly the most sensible.After all, a glass of wine can cloud a person's judgment. Of course, that's driving, not babysitting, and Ruth has to admit she's often babysited four or more kids after more than one drink. "Hello, Ruth." Janka, a pretty Slovak girl, stood up and shook Ruth's hand. "Hello, Ranka. I'll show you around. You haven't been here before, have you?" "Oh, yes, Ruth. I've been here half a dozen times when you and Flossie were out." Ranka nodded, smiling. Ruth looked at Gareth, her eyebrows furrowed. "Someone has to take care of the kids when I visit the hospital," Gareth said. Ruth didn't even want to think why Polly couldn't take care of the baby. "Well, then I'll tell you what to do if Flossie wakes up. You've got the bar number, Gareth told you, and if Flossie is in any trouble call that number, you have to Check once an hour, can it be done?" Ruth really just wanted to show Ranka how to take care of Flossie, but she couldn't help taking her around and introducing her to the kids, who looked up and said "Hello, Ranka "After that, they continued to watch their classic American animated TV series.went. Ranka followed behind Ruth, humming and haha ​​echoing Ruth's precise and detailed introduction.The way she looked made Ruth suspect that she might not be listening to anything.Ruth wanted to give up on her plans for tonight, but couldn't think of a way to pull herself away without making others feel reckless. After she and Gareth had kissed all the children—Ruth had persuaded Gareth that they must consider the two boys as their own—then walked down the country road to the pub. It's a cold, cloudless night, and the chill gathers in your nostrils and dies in your breath.Ruth's eyes watered a little in the air, in which the moonlit hedges stood out.Clearness, she thought, was what was needed tonight, it made everything so clear. They strolled along the country road, Ruth tucking her arm into Gareth's elbow.Gareth talked about the night sky, and how the horizon made the trees outline them against such a night sky.Listening to him, she felt very happy. They stopped, held their breath, and there was complete silence around them.They did not go on until they heard the screeching of an owl and some small animal.They are getting closer and closer to the bar, which is located on the edge of the village, where street lights have replaced the moon and stars, and the noise in the bar has swallowed up the tranquility of the night outside. The bar was full.For a person who can only communicate with the outside world by telephone and postal service--Polly once claimed that she didn't even know how to turn on a computer--she managed to attract more than two hundred viewers, which was enough to make Ram The bar was packed.Ruth looked around as Gareth made his way to the bar.All but a few are non-native.Never in the five-hundred-year history of The Ram's Bar have so many earrings, nose rings, and furs been under one roof.Several of them were disheveled in black and in their thirties, drinking what appeared to be cider.These people are obviously her fans in the past.But there were also well-dressed people with indifferent expressions. They drank wine and tried to search for the reception signal on their Apple phones. Ruth knew that this was of course impossible.These people must be people in the industry, people who can create a future for Polly, a future that will make her independent.Ruth was very happy to see that there were so many of them. Ruth thought that if Polly returned to her old life, performing and recording all over the world, she would be able to more formally take care of the two boys. Gareth brings the drink and hands it to her. "Jon's here too." He waved at him across the bar. "Do you mind if I meet him? He keeps asking me to join the cricket team." "It's like "This Family in Aceh", a radio drama that reflects rural life recorded by BBC radio. The drama was first broadcast in the UK on New Year's Day in 1951. The country people in it behave like that." Ruth said. "I ended up assimilating to British culture." Gareth put his hands on his chest. "Go ahead, you Brit. I'll find a good location to shoot." She was sitting on a high stool by the fireplace nearer the front, and she could see the moving heads.She squinted and looked at the camera to see if the machine was in place.In their house, she is always the person in charge of photography.Looking at pictures of their home, it's almost as if she doesn't exist because she's always on the other side of the camera.Gareth's work required constant photography, and he had said that if he was asked to do photography at other times, he would feel like he was doing work, so it fell to her.However, she didn't mind.She considers herself quite good at photography, with a good eye for composition. The bar phone rang.Ruth turned around and saw Charlie, the owner of the bar, pick up the phone, feeling a surge of fear in her heart.He laughed and put the microphone down, his voice hoarse as he greeted old friends from the effects of nicotine.Ruth gradually changed from panic to lingering fear.She often does.Trying to calm herself, she looked around, trying to blend in with the crowd.Everyone stood facing the stage.Every time there was any movement on the stage, the buzzing voice would stop abruptly.Everyone is looking forward to it. "I told him I was going to play cricket next Wednesday so he wouldn't bother me all the time." Gareth crossed the bar and stood beside her. "I'm going to have a cigarette." He disappeared again. Ruth finished her drink, threw her jacket on the stool and went to the bar to get her drink.She wished Simon was there, but he was understandably absent.Charlie was busy greeting the crowd at the bar, and she tried to draw Charlie's attention, but he wasn't doing favors to anyone tonight, so she had to wait.It seemed like a century had passed before it was her turn.Since the wait was so long, she decided to buy a whole bottle to avoid having to come back.She put the wine she bought on the mantelpiece beside the stool. As soon as she sat down, the crowd fell silent again.She looked up, and saw Polly, with the guitar slung across her chest, briskly approaching the padded area that served as a stage.She paused in front of the microphone and pulled it down, bringing it closer to her mouth.Her lips were painted blood red, and she wore a long black dress that looked like a spider's web.She seemed a little nervous. "Hi everyone." She looked at the audience without a smile on her face, "It's great to be back on stage." At this moment, enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience, and a gleam of joy appeared on Polly's face.Ruth started filming.Polly looked down at the guitar and struck a few minor chords. "I'm a widow, and I sing about my experience," she said, eyes half-closed.Then, she began to sing the first song. Polly is doing very well.Her voice rose from a low growl to a banshee wail in an instant.Her new songs deal with pain, love, life and death.Her anger and disappointment were all released in this small bar.Clearly, tonight was a transcendent, if not transformative, experience for most viewers, judging by the level of focus they had. Ruth searched the crowd for Gareth, who had finished smoking and entered just as Polly opened her mouth to sing.He couldn't squeeze in to Ruth's side because of the crowd, so he stayed on the other side of the bar, leaning against the bar with the look as if the bar belonged to him.Ruth felt uncomfortable watching him staring at Polly.There was something about his face that she didn't want to see, something that made her feel ordinary, like she didn't deserve to stand in this room and hear Polly sing.She was suddenly disappointed in herself, ashamed that she wasn't as good as her friend on stage.The advantages she once thought she had gained in the past ten years are obviously just a myth.She was back where she belonged, playing the humble triangle, a percussion instrument, in Polly's orchestra. . Polly knelt down and turned the guitar behind her, strapped to her hips as if it were her slave.When she squatted down, the crotch of the panties was all exposed, but it didn't make people feel low-class, but it was natural and sexy.Ruth was also stunned for a moment. Then she remembered what had happened one hot summer day when she and Polly and one or two other girls were supposed to go shot-put, but instead they stayed on the playground in the sun.Ruth and the other girls sat with their legs crossed at their sides and their shorts tucked around.Polly, on the other hand, sat with her legs spread out and her skirt pulled up, revealing everything.But there wasn't a single pubic hair poking out, and there wasn't a dank or gray spot to be seen on her clean, white crotch.Oh, she was so confident even in such a difficult and elusive part of the body, Ruth thought then.Now the same thing happened again: Polly was still as uninhibited, as easily presenting herself, as she had been when she was thirteen. Ruth held the video camera, motionless, like a big fool. Be Steady Eddie The stage name of Australian comedian Christopher Widdows, who often used his disability to perform comedy before becoming famous. .Ruth had become such a person, a wise person.Her most unseemly and boldest move recently was to buy an old house and spend two years renovating it.Comparatively speaking, this is not so inappropriate.Confronted with the excitement of the man on stage and the skill with which she clung to the heartstrings of these indifferent, detached audiences, she felt that she might well have become a mediocre middle-aged housewife—such a prospect in this room Undoubtedly the most exciting. That night, Polly sang a dozen new songs, the title track from her 1992 album Disturbed, and an old one or two, and the audience's emotions were completely in her hands.These songs, which do not use modern electro-acoustic instrument accompaniment but only with guitar accompaniment, fill this small bar, as if you can even smell the song. When it was over, the audience was excited.They stomped and yelled "one more".The man with the glass tapped it with a heavy silver ring.Polly stood on stage, smiling, clasped her hands together, saluted, leaned her guitar against the wall, turned, and walked through the crowd toward the bar.People were reaching out to touch her. Ruth's camera also tried to keep up with Polly walking through the crowd, but she was too small, and she was so energetic on stage that she seemed to be everywhere in the room, but once she came to the crowd, she was quickly overwhelmed up. Ruth had just put the camera away when she heard a gasp from the crowd.She looked up and saw Polly was empty, and standing in front of her was a tall, blond woman in skinny jeans and an expensive, soft leather jacket.She blocked Polly's way, looking down at her like some wicked witch in a Disney cartoon.Ruth craned her neck to hear what was going on. "Listen," said the blond woman, "your husband's death is your only concern." With one hand on her hip, Polly looked up, staring at her, forcing her to look away.The woman swooped in and slapped her so hard across the face that Polly was so startled that her cheekbone was cut by a large diamond ring. As Polly collapsed, Gareth was one of five people who jumped up to help. The blond woman is possessed by a man.The man was tall and dark, with bangs that fell from tired blue eyes.It is now clear that the woman was drunk. "You said you'd play by the rules if we came here," he cursed. "I'm talking about showtime, showtime," she growled. Ruth had put the camera back in the bag and zipped it up, and she was very angry about it. "How many times have I told you? It's all over!" the man yelled. "I saw the look on your face," she shot back, "don't tell me you're still thinking about doing that with her, that dirty stinking fish." He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the bar.Ruth looked down at Polly, who was still on the ground surrounded by men.One of them fetched a glass of water from the bar, and Gareth wiped the ugly gash the woman's ring had left under Polly's right eye with a tissue. "Are you all right?" Ruth asked Polly, bending down. "I'm fine." Polly looked up and smiled at her, but her mouth was still twisted. "Forget it, okay? I've known her for a long time. She's a psycho." Gareth and another man—a large, well-groomed, dark man—helped her up. "I'd like a drink," said Polly, looking up at Gareth. "Champagne for the star, Charlie!" he yelled as he pushed her through the crowd and helped her to the bar.Someone quickly got off the stool and offered her the seat. "The master here pays for this," said Charlie, reaching behind the bar and taking out a bouquet of red roses, which he handed to Polly, bowing at the same time.If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Ruth would never have believed that this movement came from this potbellied, nosy, and rude guy.One of the knacks he was much more famous for than his courtesies and flowers was the instinctive precision of pulling out troublemakers and throwing them out into the street. Gareth poured champagne and handed it to Polly and Ruth. "You sing very well, Polly," said Ruth. "thanks." "Great!" Gareth put his arm around Polly's shoulders. "You'll never have a problem again, buddy, will you?" "I don't know." Polly shrugged. "I'm sorry," said a soft-spoken white man with dreadlocks reaching to his waist, who came between Polly and Ruth and held out his hand. "I was shocked by your singing." "Thank you." Polly's gloomy mood gradually improved after encountering the blond woman. "I'm Jem Williams from Karma Records," the guy introduced himself. "Wow." Gareth exclaimed. "Great," Polly smiled. Ruth looked across the crowded bar to the man leaning against the wall by the bar door, who was looking in their direction with a pint in his hand.It's Simon. "Go to the toilet." After she finished speaking to no one in particular, she squeezed towards him.She didn't believe he would come. "What are you doing here? Who looks after those children?" "They're all asleep and I'm sneaking in here for a drink. Don't tell Miranda," he said. "I won't tell her such an insignificant secret." "Then I'm sure it's all right. I'll come near the end." "The concert—it was wonderful." Ruth searched for words. "awesome." "yes." "Hey, Ruth," he said, "I'm sorry about what happened a few weeks ago. I'm a little... lost. I just wanted to let you know that I'm always here if you want to talk. I don't want us Friends can't make it. I miss the time we used to talk together." "But I have forgotten." She stretched her neck and kissed him on the face, "If you go back to take care of the child immediately, I will be your friend." "Yes, ma'am," he replied, handing her the drink, "I'm going. Remember to find me—will you? Anytime." "Okay," Ruth replied, though she didn't know what he meant when he said she wanted to confide.Tell what?He just wanted to confide.She gulps down Simon's remaining drink and heads for the bar. "Where have you been?" Gareth put his arms around her. "Toilet," she replied. He seemed a little sidelined.Polly sat on a stool and assumed a dignified air.A group of men surrounded her, listening eagerly to her with sympathetic expressions on their faces.Ruth noticed that the man with the bangs who had appeared earlier was also in the group, standing right next to Polly, very close to her.His thigh must have touched hers, Ruth thought. "I'm going back to replace Ranca," said Ruth. "You can stay if you want." "No, I'm going back. I have to get up early in the morning," Gareth said. They said good-bye to Polly, who looked as if she was going to stay up all night.They came to the country road outside, and the moon hung in the night sky, like a big eye, watching them warily.Although the weather is still cold, there is already a taste of summer.On the way home, Ruth snuggled into Gareth's arms, happy to have finally escaped from the crowded bar. Gareth smiled to himself. "What are you laughing at?" Ruth raised her head, looked at him, and asked. "I'm thinking, ten or twenty years from now, what happened tonight will be in an autobiography or two." "It's a big deal, that's for sure." Ruth noticed that, far to the west, the clouds were gathering and the moonlit sky had turned a light gray.It's going to rain cats and dogs after a while. They go home.The house was calm, the children were all asleep as they were told, and no one was woken up. By the way, Flossie was fine too.Ruth and Gareth sent Ranka off with twenty pounds, and - after being assured that Flossie was still soundly asleep - they too, a little dazed and tired, went to bed.For the first time in months, it seemed, she felt a need for her husband.She started stroking his lower back, and he turned and cupped her face.He kissed her, turned her on her back, moved his mouth towards her breast, kissed her breast, and began to suck and finally bite so hard that she cried out in surprise. It's not that she doesn't like it, it's that he's never been rude before.He put his hands between her thighs and began to stroke them gently.So far, they have made love for ten years, and there is a characteristic of this ten years, that is, the movements are very gentle.She exploded quickly, sparks were flying from her head, and she collapsed in his hands. "I really love you, Ruth," he said, rolling back on his side, wrapped in sweat around her lap.He fell asleep quickly.She lay there on her back.She hadn't had an orgasm like this in years. "We must not forget all this." She murmured to herself in the silence of the bedroom late at night. As the rain began to beat against the skylight, she couldn't help but wonder: Where did he learn that?