They talked enthusiastically for several tens of minutes. Otherwise they couldn't even do it. But Luisa became slightly nervous and peered at the old wall clock. It was half past seven. They drank tea a long time ago and dined some pastries with ham. The more hours, the more her voice trembled and the air could feel the tension rising. She ran three-quarters, fifty, fifty-five, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, and stopped talking. He was just smiling. “Roll across the bed.” There was a hall. She looked at him, knelt in front of the bed, bent down, and slowly placed her chest in the soft duvets. Her hands were outstretched forward above her head. She knew how to do it. She knew exactly what was waiting for her now.
