Her thoughts were drifting in a language he did not understand. And even if he could read her mind and even if he could comprehend her words, he would not understand them.
What he did understand was the kiss she gave him. She smelled and tasted of red wine, poured from a bottle that had been open too long. He cherished the moment which he knew would not last. There was her friend. With a new round of drinks.
She looked like a lady who had just stepped out of the billboard for a Spanish cult film and he danced with her. With his hand around her waist he was entranced.
She pressed against him and his heart was warmed by the sweetness of her heart.
She whispered in his ear: 'I haven't had sex in two years. Will you come and have coffee with me soon?'
Half an hour later a transvestite told him: 'Trust me, she is worth every cent.'
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