moira

• You don’t need to paint your face, it’s only me
• Tosses the package, with great generosity, considering theyre mine
• Pantyhose gives you crotch-rot
• Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy…. Nevertheless, Moira was our fantasy. We hugged her to us, she was with us in secret, a giggle
• She said I was poaching on an another woman’s ground
• I said I was in love. She said that was no excuse. Moira was always more rational than I am.
• I was living with my head in the sand
• It’s you and me up against the wall, baby
• she was gleeful, as if she had been expecting this for some time and was glad to have been proven right
• I won’t go into what happened after that. I’d rather not talk about it. All I can say is that they didn’t leave any marks
• She is frightening me now, because what I hear in her voice is indifference, a lack of volition.
• I want gallantry from her, swashbuckling heroism, single-handed combat. Something I lack
• I’d like her to end with something daring and spectacular, some outrage, something that would befit her. But as far I know that didn’t happen.