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“Am I good,” she asked.

“Yes, very good darling,” I said.

“Really,” she asked.

“Yes, really darling,” I said

“You’re not just saying that,” she asked.

“No darling – I’m telling the truth,” I said. And I was.

“Don’t just say that,” she said.

“I’m not just saying it. You’re very good,” I said, “for your age,” I added.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” she asked. She was 27.

“It means your very good darling,” I said. I had blundered into a bad place. If she was 33 to 39, I would have been perfectly fine. She would have been perfectly ripe.

“No – No, the age thing – what’s that supposed to mean,” she asked. But there was no recovery. She had understood, without my wanting her to.

“It was a slip of words,” I said. There was no recovery at all.

“No it wasn’t – a slip,” she said, “tell me what you mean by it.”

“It was a slip of words – that’s all,” I said.

“It wasn’t a slip of words – tell me,” she said.

“Shall we really get into this now,” I asked?

“Yes, all the way into it – right now,” she said, “I want to know.”

“Well – it’s not about experience,” I said, “as I said, you’re very good.”

“What’s it about then,” she asked.

“It’s more to do with bodily sophistication,” I said.

“What – and I’m not sophisticated,” she demurred.

“I don’t mean it like that,” I said, “you know I don’t mean it like that.”

“How do you mean it then,” she asked.

La sophistication d'une femme – cela est fourni avec le temps,” I said, “It’s hard to say in English.”

“The sophistication of a woman – that is furnished with time, there I’ve said it – now what does it mean,” she asked.

“Sophistication physically – not rhythmically” I said, “An intuitive something-ness developed in the body by time – not by experience. It’s hard to explain.”

“We’ve got all damn night – explain it,” she said.

“Well, if you put it that way,” I said. I was getting myself in too deep.

“That’s the way I’m putting it,” she said.

“Well in that case, maybe we ought to just go to sleep,” I said.

“I’ll kick you off the bed,” she said.

“Go ahead, kick me off,” I said. She kicked me off. I laughed.

“I’m serious – tell me,” she said.

“This is a silly business darling, let’s just go to sleep,” I said.

“It’s not a silly business – I really wanna know,” she said.

“Maybe in the morning darling,” I said. She pinched me. It hurt.

“Knock it off and be nice,” I said.

“I’ll knock it off when you do,” she said. She pinched me again.

“Knock it off and be a nice girl,” I said.

“I am a nice girl,” she said.

“Yes – a very nice girl, and let’s keep it that way,” I said.

She tried to kick me off the bed again – but I caught her foot… and drew the length of her body under me.

“A very nice girl indeed,” I said.

We fucked again, and that was the end of it.

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