An example of a game of mine

Now she’s reclined against the bathroom’s door, her favourite place, half naked and smoking.


It would be really hard to say what the fuck is she thinking right now.

She’s probably thinking about her sex life.

I don’t know.

Perhaps she believes her sex life is pretty much complete, but maybe not.

Probably her assessment varies a lot, like mine.

She’s probably fucking someone else.

I look her breasts, they’re big and hard.

I love her blue eyes in this afternoon light.

All her particular manners.

She says I’m neither her boyfriend nor her lover, we’re just hanging around.

She obviously wants to make that clear between us.

Ok, I say.

What else?

I’d like to be forty for an instant, she says.

I don’t know, I guess that would be funny.

I laugh.

Sure, I say.

She sits by my side with a fake motherly tone in her voice.

I feel you like far away, she says.