Viewing the local antiquities

Gabrielle was, I now think, Annie's sister. 
Certainly they were both summery blonde, from the rive Sud, and had elegant Germanic cheekbones.

"Get a girlfriend," Gabrielle1 said the last time I had her.

She's on all fours, her business end to me. I look down the length of her pale back, her blonde hair spiltsplit as she gives me her neck.

This evening, she'll go to the opera with her [female] friend who, she says, is "more emotional." Later, I think she meant Annie.

Though I saved the tube of KY she forgot, I never saw her again.


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