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exaggerated lack of
organization.
When she came in
and I closed the door,
without waiting for
any kind of invitation,
she sat on the couch
I had been sitting on
while watching TV a
few minutes before.
She then told me:
- “I know we don’t
know each other
very well but I was
bored in my trailer, my
boyfriend went to the
movie theater to watch
a movie by a Hun-
garian director and I
thought this could be
a good opportunity
to get to know each
other.”
Seeing her sitting there
was enough to make
any of my attempts at
answering sound like
mindless babbling
and, just as I was be-
ginning to say something intelligible,
she continued:
- “You’re only a boy but I can’t deny
that I think of you often.”
Suddenly, my legs were unable to
hold the weight of my own body and
they tried to bend, as though some
sort of shockwave was causing prob-
lems with my balance. I simply could
not believe what was happening
there. Stunned, as I was, and mak-
ing a superhuman effort so that my
tongue did not hang out of my mouth,
I asked:
- “Really?”
- “Yes” – she answered – “I’ve been
watching you for some time now and
I also notice the way you look at me.
Can I ask you to sit next to me?”
I obviously sat down beside her and
I evidently followed her seduction
game. I allowed her to fulfill her goal
and, twenty minutes after she first
went into my trailer, my mouth tasted
the sweet fruit of her tongue, some-
thing I had imagined many times.
Things followed the course that I logi-
cally expected them to follow. Her
clothes and mine had disappeared to
make room for a vital dance of naked
bodies.
I did not want to seem unimaginative
by inviting her to my bed and I chose
the passionate version of pushing her
from the couch onto the carpeted floor
of the trailer.
Among erotic kisses,
whispers, and contor-
tions, I could not stop
wondering why the tamer
had not yet finished his
work with the felines.
Their roars were deafen-
ing and their noise acted
within me like a potent
stimulus, since the idea
of making love to the
Hungarian’s girlfriend
among those guttural
noises transported me to
the wild, virgin forest that
hid my wildness and her
treason from the eyes of
the world.
The lion sounded defi-
ant and deafening. So
defiant and so deafen-
ing that it was necessary
for me to notice a paw
hitting my small home
so that, filled with terror,
I managed to discover
the worst scenario: a lion
had escaped from the
cage and was standing
by the door to my trailer.
An instant was enough so that the
idyllic dream of being in my home
with the lustful blonde turned, precise-
ly, into the nightmare of being with
the licentious blonde in my trailer,
where a loose lion thwarted her
escape and where the entire troupe
of the circus would gather in order to
tame the wild animal.
I could not stop thinking about the fly-
ing knives of the jealous Hungarian.
Jennifer who, as I had done, had real-
ized the delicate situation we were
in, got dressed quickly, arranged her
hair, and began to repeat “I have to
get out of here” again and again, as
though it were a pagan litany capa-
ble of convincing the gods to perform
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