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She has to think about where

to hide what she's stolen.

The rose must be hidden.

All she has to do is throw it over there.

But it would be such a shame to

lose such a beautiful flower.

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

It's very simple.

You'll have to hide it

somewhere on your person.

Come over here.

Lift your skirt.

Lift your skirt.

You'll have to lift it higher than that.

Hurry up.

Higher.

Well, what do you think of it?

The design on the tops of the stockings

is a particularly charming touch.

What we will do is slip the

stem up between the garter belt

and the skin about there

close to the crotch.

The thorns should be strong enough

to hold the flower in place.

Only when she's standing still.

See how nice I am?

I'm taking off all the little

thorns so as not to hurt you.

But I forgot.

She's supposed to be punished, isn't she?

Spread your legs apart, and then don't move.

I'm going to hurt you.

Come close to me.

Please, please don't.

I beg you.

Please. No.

Now hold still.

No, please.

Please, no.

No, no.

There.

That's pretty, isn't it?

A great success, but perhaps rather

overburdened with symbols in,

I would say, the surrealist tradition.

You may lower your dress.

Can you still feel the

petals between your thighs?

Does it feel nice?

Well, can't you answer?

Yes, it feels nice.

I have... I need to stop a minute.

No, you can't go now.

You didn't have to drink so

much water in the first place.

I didn't know yet what

Claire was leading us up to.

At last, we came to an area that

seemed more wild and natural,

where very large trees had blanketed the

sparse, unkempt grass with fallen leaves.

This is the perfect place.

Don't you think so?

Depends on what you want to use it for.

For the little girl, of course.

She was looking for a bathroom.

No, I don't need to go.

Why did you lie to us?

I thought you were going to

give us a little performance.

No, I was mistaken.

Don't try to fool with us.

You know it won't get you anywhere, Anne.

Anne.

You'll do it now.

Bend down lower.

Now, then.

Is our little girl going to do pee-pee?

Be sure your legs are

spread far enough apart.

That's fine.

Now lean forward a little.

You're very nice like that, you know?

Well, are you going to piss

or not, you little b*tch?

More than a week went by without

my seeing Claire or Anne again.

On the eighth day, quite by chance,

I was driving on the Quai Malaquais

and I ran into little

Anne at the book stalls.

She was alone, and that pleased me.

She pretended not to recognize me,

which hardly surprised me, I must say.

I thought of that last image I had of

our afternoon in the Bagatelle Gardens.

The girl was now speaking to the salesman.

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