O velho Charles, só pra variar

"Thanks for the WHISKEY, Connie. Lemme have another cigarette." George filled them up again. "I missed your legs, Connie. They drive me crazy. These modern women don't know what they're missing. The high heel shapes the calf, the thigh, the ass; it puts rythym into the walk. It really turns me on!"

"You talk like a poet, George. Sometimes you talk like that. You are one hell of a dishwasher."

"You know what I'd really like to do?"

"What?"

"I'd like to whip you with my belt on the legs, the ass, the thighs. I'd like to make you quiver and cry and then when you're quivering and crying I'd slam it into you pure love."

She was drunk and her hands trembled.

Charles Bukowski

*** "Paper bag", Fiona Apple.