Chapter 24 Section 23

In order to be able to confirm the identity of her correspondent, Chantal observed those around her discreetly and carefully.There was a small bar on the corner of the street where their Hitomi apartment was located: it was an excellent place to spy on her.From there, she could see the gate of her apartment, the two streets she passed every day, and the bus stop where she waited.She walked in, sat down, and ordered a cup of coffee.She kept an eye on the customers who came and went.She noticed: As she walked into the bar, a young man leaning against the bar looked away.He was a regular, she had seen him.She even remembered that sometimes, their eyes would meet.And later, he pretended not to see her.

One day, she pointed him at the woman next door. "It must be, he must be Mr. Durbarou." "Durbarou? Or Du Barou?" The neighbor did not understand. "Where's his name? Do you know?" No, she didn't. Du Barrou, that might be more appropriate.In that case, her admirer would not be Charles Deed, or Christopher Davy.This initial "d" stands for the surname "Du", and du Barou has only one name, Cary du Barou.Or more appropriately, Charles.She imagined a ruined aristocratic family from the provinces, whose members took pride in their surnames.Immediately, the image of Charles du Barrou leaning against the counter appeared in her mind, looking indifferent.It suited him, she said to herself, it suited his aloofness perfectly.

One day not long after, she was walking in the street with Jean-Marc.Du Barrou came towards them.Around her neck was the string of red beads.It was a gift from Jean-Marc, but before, she always thought they were too conspicuous, so she seldom wore them.She suddenly realized that she was wearing them because Du Barrou thought they looked good.He must have thought (and indeed, he had reason to think so) that she was wearing it for him.He glanced at her, and she secretly looked at him, still thinking about the string of beads.She felt her face burn hot all the way up to her chest.She was sure he had noticed.But at this time, they had already passed him, and they were far away from him.Suddenly, Jean-Marc exclaimed: "You're blushing! What's going on? What happened?"

She herself was also very surprised. How could she blush?Is it shy because you care too much about that person?But she only paid attention to him because of that little curiosity!God, why is she always blushing so easily these days, like an adolescent girl. In adolescence, this is as it should be.At that time, she often blushed.For she was at the beginning of a woman's physiological phase, and her body became a burden by changes which she was ashamed to tell of.As an adult, she had long since forgotten to blush.The next orgasm heralded the end of this phase, but she felt shy again, and with the revival of the shy feeling, she learned to blush again.