Miranda Page #6

On top of you.

Norman,

Oh, my love.

I want your thigh.

Darling,

come on.

A hole here...

I wanna make a hole in you

and take you in that hole.

Yeah, do it.

You can do it if you want.

Just me, mine,

forever.

Yours.

Oh, baby.

Miranda, baby.

Oh, darling...

Norman?

You hear me, darling?

Please, Norman.

Wine, wine!

Long live Bacchus and love!

Both console us.

One passes through our lips to

our heads and the other from

our eyes to our hearts.

So I drink this wine, with my eyes

and then I do the same as you.

Just a minute,

quiet please, everyone.

I shall miss you all a great deal.

I asked for my old post in Damascus.

That's where I started my career.

So at long last they put you

back on the road.

Yes, the purge is finally over,

my exile has come to an end

and you might say I'm back

in the government's good graces.

Long live the Consul Carlo!

It was very nice of you

to invite us all here.

So now you're gonna leave us?

- Wanna dance with me?

- I would be delighted

-Leda?

-I'm ready.

Wanna dance, honey?

What kind of music is that, Tony?

Play one of those records

that I brought, will ya?

This one, okay? - That's the one

I'm on, go right ahead.

- But I can't, Leda.

- Sure you can.

No, Miranda, ask somebody else.

Ah. Carlo, come.

- Isn't he wonderful?

- He's American.

A great guy. It's worth it,

It's worth it, Leda!

Until the end I never stopped hoping

that one day you might reconsider.

I can't Carlo.

You know that.

I can't help it.

But I still feel bound to Gino.

I can't get him out of my heart.

Liar, you know there's no

possibility of him ever returning.

But besides it was you who said

that nothing mattered except this.

I didn't know you that well then.

Hey, Carlo!

What are you trying to say?

Just that now other things

mean a lot more to me.

At this moment there's one

and only one thing.

Miranda, Miranda!

Why do you always avoid me?

Avoid? I'm here holding you,

can't you feel it, Carlo?

You've got such lovely thighs.

I dream about them.

About your aroma.

Your impudent eyes.

That's what I like to hear.

Pretend I'm not Miranda.

That I'm another woman.

Someone young and fresh

and completely devoted to you.

No-one else interests me.

Juliette, for example.

Did you see her? She's looking

for someone to settle down with.

I've seen her all naked.

Close your eyes and

think about her.

Her thighs, her hand.

Imagine it's Juliette's caresses...

You,

- No you!

- Me!

Do you know

what I've done, Carlo?

I even sold the ring you bought

me to pay some bills.

Yes, yes.

That's one more reason for loving you.

It's a downpour.

Come on, please.

You've pissed me off!

That's a rotten son of a b*tch!

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