Part 2.
Gambler opened his eyes and remembered yesterday’s conversation with Object. How strange, today it no longer worried him. He is who he is, and what about the rest… Let it be another fact from his biography. The perfect man? Let! Is Object an ideal woman? No matter how it is. With an ideal woman, he fell asleep yesterday, to the full loss of power, making love with her.
The
elf, asleep on his shoulder, stretched and, without opening her eyes,
slipped cool fingers along his stomach and the muscles of the young man
curved like a spasm.— Reth,— he groaned. — How do you do it?
He leaned against the woman.
*For you, I will be the perfect man.*— Deeper…
* For you, I will be anything. *
“Do not stop, Gambler…”
* You’re my only one.*
— Gambler!..
And two screams are woven into one.
Howondaland 