:04:00
- You said it was two days ago
- I was wrong
:04:04
I know it was Tuesday because
I took the last pill on Wednesday
:04:09
Anyway, I wasn't scared about it
:04:13
Why should you be?
It wasn't the first time
:04:16
Well, it wasn't like a women's
magazine romance
:04:23
I don't know... his eyes were
so hard... his mouth, his words...
:04:32
He started in the Mercedes
:04:36
I told him I went for him, I wanted
more than just a quick screw
:04:42
We ought to meet again somewhere;
cuddling in cars is dreary
:04:48
I said to take me home and
I'd call him in the afternoon
:04:53
I wanted to fuck,
but I'd rather wait
:04:58
What did he say?
:05:02
He talked about my body and
how I turned him on...
:05:06
...and how it was vulgar and unkind
:05:11
- Did you think of me, too?
- Of course I did
:05:17
But he did drive you home
:05:23
But we stopped in rue Molitor...
:05:27
...and kissed for a long time
in the parking place
:05:30
He had one hand between my legs,
the other grasping my neck
:05:36
He stayed like that, without moving
:05:41
And you?
:05:42
I didn't move, either. I was cold
:05:48
He guessed I wanted another drink,
so we drove to St. Lazare
:05:53
All the cafés were shut
:05:56
He lives in rue Pasquier,
near St. Lazare