Chapter 4 ride games(4)

7 "Now, how are you going to take care of me?" the girl asked provocatively. "What kind of wine would you like to order?" The girl didn't like hard liquor, she only drank a little wine, and occasionally absinthe.This time she unexpectedly said, "Vodka." "That's great," said the boy, "don't you get drunk on me." "I'm really drunk, so what?" said the girl. The young man didn't say anything, but called the waiter over and ordered two glasses of vodka and two steak dinners.After a while, the waiter came over with a plate with two small glasses on it, and placed it in front of them.

The young man raised his glass: "Come on, toast!" "Can't you toast the wine a little bit?" The boy began to grow impatient with the girl's games.Now, sitting face to face with her, he realized that not only was her speech strange, but her whole being had changed, including her mannerisms.Her exact resemblance to the type of woman he had once known so well turned him off. And so (holding the glass in his raised hand) he toasted her again: "Okay, then this glass of wine is not a tribute to you, but a woman like you who has both the strengths of animals and the weaknesses of humans."

"By 'kind' you mean all women?" asked the girl. "No, I just mean people like you." "Comparing a woman to an animal, for God's sake, doesn't strike me as humorous." "Okay," the young man was still holding his wine glass, "then I don't respect you, but your soul, do you agree? For your soul that shines brightly when it slides from the top of your head to your belly, and is eclipsed when it climbs back from your belly cheers." The girl raised her glass: "Okay, let's drink to the soul that slipped into my belly."

"I've got to correct one more thing," said the lad, "to your belly, the belly that slides into your soul." "To my belly," replied the girl, and her belly (now they had given it a special name) actually responded; when the wine drank, she felt her whole belly heat up. Then the waiter brought the steak dinner, the boy ordered vodka and some soda water (this time to honor the girl's tits), and the conversation continued in this frivolous and bantering atmosphere.The lad was growing sick of the girl's excellent performance as a slut.He figured that if she was so good at being a slut, it meant she probably was that sort of thing.Judging from the words and deeds, it doesn't look like a ghost possessed at all.Now her demeanor is exactly her true colors; maybe she has been suppressed for too long, and now she is showing her true colors.It may also be self-denial by taking the opportunity of the game.Are there any other possibilities?Did she use acting to find herself?Is it possible to release yourself through acting?No.He dismissed his speculation that his girlfriend was not possessed by a ghost.She was the same, his girlfriend, no one else.He examined her with increasing disgust.

In any case, it was more than disgust.The more the girl leaves him psychologically, the more he desires her physically.The girl whose soul and body were separated was a different person.The woman in front of her can no longer see clearly the loving, gentle, considerate, let alone affection of the past.In fact, it is more than invisible, it is simply invisible. (Yes, it seems she has completely disappeared!) The lad thinks he just saw his girlfriend for the first time today. After drinking for three rounds, the girl stood up and said frivolously, "I'm sorry." The young man said, "Miss, where are you going?"

"Piss, if you let me," said the girl, getting up, crossing the rows of tables, and slipping behind the velvet curtain. 8 She gladly stupefied the boy with the word, which he had never heard her say, though it was no crime.In fact, she didn't mean it, the problem was the flirtatious and frivolous words, not that she was naturally sensual.Yes, she was smug, and a little smug.Acting as if it were real, it gave her a feeling she had never felt before: free and unburdened. She had always hesitated to take a new step forward, and now she felt a sudden sense of complete relief.In her new role, she has nothing to be ashamed of, no records, no past and no future, no accountability.It was a free life.This girl, the hitchhiker, can do anything and everything is open to her.She can say what she wants and do what she wants.

She walked across the hall, realizing that all the people at the table were staring at her.It was a novel feeling, one she had never been aware of: her body could make people dream.So far, she still can't get rid of the shyness of a fourteen-year-old girl's full breasts, and she doesn't want to provoke desire, because so many people are staring at her whole body.Although she was proud of her beauty and buxom, this complacency soon gave way to shame.She finds it disgusting that women's beauty is induced by sexiness.She wants her body to be shown only to the man she loves.In her opinion, those men on the street staring greedily at her breasts was an invasion of her privacy, and this secret should only belong to herself and her lover.And now she's a hitchhiker, a lowly woman.Playing this role, she doesn't need to worry about emotional constraints, only carnal desires.The more eyes her body attracted, the more radiant she was.

As she passed the last table, a drunken fellow ostentatiously courted her in French: "Miss, you are beautiful." The girl knew it.She puffed her chest and twisted her hips and went behind the screen.