Sex express coffee Page #6

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I just want to help you

and make up for this."

"Please."

Sh*t, he logged off.

Let's see his profile.

It must have information.

It's empty.

There's no way to track him.

Stay logged on

in case he writes back.

Okay, let's go see

the coroner.

I hope he's got

something good.

I must confess

I'm a little ahead of you.

I must confess

I'm a little ahead of you.

I drank a couple

before you arrived.

Sorry to disappoint you,

but you're not ahead.

I'd also had

a few drinks.

Really?

Well, to St. Sebastian.

Amen.

Do you like this music

or something else?

Do you have something

to dance to?

I can tell you like to dance.

I'm not good at it

but I like music.

Something electronic?

Anything special?

Surprise me.

I think you'll like this.

That was great.

You're trying to impress me.

Aren't you?

You know how to play.

I've had the best teachers...

...but I don't intend

to impress anyone...

...nor save face,

I just do as I please.

Thirsty?

I've only felt so comfortable

in few places.

To think this is

a chat pickup.

That's what it's about,

you feeling good.

- I hope it goes further.

- Than what?

Than a simple pickup.

You never know.

Maybe today is the last day

we see each other...

...or maybe we'll never

stop seeing each other.

It'd be worse to scar

each other for life.

Cheers.

I have an idea.

What?

I'll take some photos of you.

I didn't know

you're a photographer.

It's a hobby, actually.

I'm not very photogenic.

Don't worry,

you'll look amazing...

...posing as St. Sebastian.

- You think?

- You'll love it.

Okay.

You don't expect me to be

a clothed St. Sebastian, right?

Not at all.

We'll do it here,

at the foot of the stairs.

Hands like they were bound.

That's it.

Lift your arm up more.

Great.

You look beautiful.

Great.

Aren't your pants

getting in the way?

Well, let's play

with our clothes.

There must be satisfaction

above suffering.

Maybe an arrow here.

Another one here.

The most painful one

goes here.

And the killer, here.

No arrow can kill

St. Sebastian.

No pain is enough

to finish him off.

Don't move.

We need another martini.

I'll get them now.

The gin is...

Don't worry!

I got it under control.

There are really good ones.

I don't know.

I'm not photogenic.

You won't say that

when you see them.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

It's your turn.

What?

I'll take pictures

of you now.

I don't think

that's a good idea.

- Come on.

- No, really.

Okay, just a few photos.

Drink this liquid courage.

I don't think alcohol is

necessary in this case.

Maybe not,

but maybe it is.

Tell me, which one

is the most beautiful?

That's a tough one.

Remember your own

instructions.

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