AS BEFORE 1973.

Sonya was puking in the bidet in the small hotel room in Paris after too much bad booze. Benny lay in bed reading Dostoevsky. The radio was pushing out Mahler's 6th her puking played along side. Can I help? he said. She returned moans and another round of puking. No sex tonight he mused putting the book down and looking towards the small shower room. He got off the bed and went to the shower room and opened the door. Can I be of any assistance? he said looking at her kneeling there over the bidet. She shook her hand and waved a hand. He took note of her lovely legs her two feet heels facing her fine ass smiling at him. He went out and closed the door and the puking went on as before.

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