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bad thoughts nothing really happens in a dream”, she continued.
“Like you have a dream and you want to do something good or you want to meet somebody like you that does something good to you. Remember, you shouldn’t do anything bad in your dreams. Like you have to bless in your dreams all your enemies”, and she smiled.
“Eat”, she insisted. “Don’t put too much salt, it is not good for your blood pressure. I hope you have high blood pressure like anybody else”.
She looked a little bit nervous. “Did you notice that the town is almost deserted when it rains? It seems endless. There are only a few cars running away from the humid air”.
She stopped talking and licked her lips by looking at my plate.
“There are things you don’t know about me: I have a problem, a big problem. I like to eat bitter apples. I almost got thrown out from the elementary school. I was bad like a mule. In the school yard there was a wild apple tree. I used to climb it up and gather those small green apples. They tasted so bitter. I used to eat them”.
As I finished eating my eggs she grabbed me by neck as if she was burning with desire. I felt her breath on my neck. Then she bit my ear. Her lady like discretion and control was gone. Also her cold green eyes looked fiery. She wouldn’t say a word. She wouldn’t moan either.
She removed my shirt with her “claws” and tossed her head into my navel. Then she asked me gently: “Please take off my jeans… and the off rest with it”.
She gave a little gasp while I was taking off her cloth. “Keep going!” she kept saying. “Go on!” “We’ll have to reach the spot where all roads meet. You’ll have to guess which the right road is”.
She kept her mouth open and when she lifted her ass she fainted. I got some cold water from the kitchen and spread a few drops on her face. I waited silently until she got back to her senses.
“I hope you didn’t take advantage of me” she said. I said “No”.
She put her panties back on and then she put on a light yellow house dress and ran in a hurry to the kitchen.
She came back holding two cups, one with hot water, and the other with coffee, what was left from the coffee she made for me. “I cannot put up with the attitude of men trying to take advantage of my body” she said.
”I hate when men get inside me. Men don’t love, they just full around with a woman’s body. They think that every woman is a piece of an ass. My trouble is that I don’t love myself either. For instance, I cannot rest one of my arms on the other. Also I hate touching myself. It is not that I don’t love myself, like sleeping with my hands wide open. But I never sleep with my legs open or with one leg on top of the other… I hate men… But I liked you, the way you ate and watched me… You are a very discreet man. But then, I wasn’t with a man in bed for almost two years. And you touched me as if I was kind of a marble statue. I am a very sensitive woman; I could tell you that I am for sure the most sensitive woman that you ever met…”
Suddenly, she felt very unhappy. “I promise you that tomorrow I am going to be a good woman and wait for you here now that you saw me naked. But I know from other occasions in my life that as I would wake up tomorrow that promise I just made to you would be gone. Like I am going to eat my breakfast and think of you and throw away half of the cereals and also the eggs in the garbage… And I may think that some people are hungry out there and that I shouldn’t’ throw food into garbage. But the thought that men take advantage of sensitive women like me would make me feel like the revenge against food is justifiable… I am not afraid of anything. I can protect myself”, she said and she smiled in her foxy way.
“Do you remember the man who was stoking me?” She said that she may know that it must have been her ex husband.
“He used to tell me that I was the sexiest woman on Earth. He must not have forgotten it. Men don’t forget any woman they fell in love with. There is nothing for men to do but remember the women they slept with in their life time. You could cover a man with ice cubes, that little thing of theirs would always stay hot. What they want is to take advantage of a very sensitive woman. No question asked; no sophisticated talk. Women are supposed to invite them to come to their place, lay them down comfortably in bed and wait for them to screw them. I never loved my ex husband. I just liked his hair, nothing else. I always knew from his hair position when he was coming. His hair would get wet and I could feel his bitter sweat hitting my face and my pillow. Don’t you think that this behavior is unfair to a woman? I told you and I insisted that you should know the right direction; it is important for a woman that the man she is with in bed look for the right direction. Do you remember the fair tale with the genius oracle that knew everything? When you undressed me you should have asked the oracle what the direction was right for me. You had first to know the right direction if you want to cross the enchanting forest. Did you understand the metaphor with the oracle and the enchanting forest? The woman is the enchanting forest, stupid. Man is the oracle-desire. You should have asked”.


The next day I waked up unhappy, worried and dissatisfied. I got dressed up in a hurry and I went to see her.
Her neighbor, a woman in her early eighties came out of her pad and told me that Mme Venice doesn’t feel well and asked not to be disturbed.
She showed me the sign hanging on her door handle: “Not to be disturbed”, a sign that Venice must had borrowed from a hotel, I presumed. “Venice told me” the woman continued, “that if a man comes to see her to tell him that she is ill and that she wants not to be disturbed”.
The woman was unevenly shaped, alternating hills and flat spots in unexpected places. She tried to find her way to my heart when she said: “If you would like to get some shelter from the sweltering weather you could come in. I would make a hot tea for you and boil duck eggs with herbs for branch”.
I was standing there propped up on Venice’s door like hoping that she’d open the door. I also looked at her neighbor with some wicked interest. I noticed a bandanna on top of her hair on which two words were sawed within a jewel stuffed embroidery: “Follow through”.
I thought that a new experience with another old woman couldn’t be harmful. On the contrary it would give me some inspiration for a new story, I thought. During that dog summer days every old woman in town seemed to be on a hot pursuit. I thought that whatever happens with that woman it wouldn’t matter. After what happened with Venice nothing seemed anymore to be harmful: “Nothing could be worse that that. Only if…”
“Well?” the woman insisted, looking at me smiling, trying to see if there was still a way to talk me into it.
“The heat is rushing in here. I keep my windows and this door always closed. Otherwise, it’s getting very hot. Please, decide fast if you want to come in”.
Then I heard a voice coming from Venice’s apartment: “What do you want now? To take advantage of me as you did last night?” Hearing Venice’s voice her neighbor slammed her door.

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I wonder sometimes if Venice is having a tiny faint while contemplating a Netsuke miniature!?!
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