...so she went out, to the kitchen, she was thirsty, as a woman – can be – turns the fool man’s head the tap was turned, – easily chilled brook across the chromed tiny mouth swayed with dignity and pleasure silent source of controlled drops started falling on her hands, and splattered all over her face, stood there, naked, and just smiled. – Will I be the one, who turns the tap off? 0215 2021 L’ambrus