Sweet Talk Page #3

"I don't know, Angie.

What do you want to do?"

Uh...

Ernest Borgnine from "Marty"?

Yes!

Yeah, you like old movies?

Yeah! I do!

I mean... Only the good ones!

I've seen "citizen Kane" like

15 times.

So, should I get undressed?

What are you wearing?

Not a whole lot.

Anything?

Mm, well, I'm wearing a

Teddy, but it's sheer.

You can see... Right through it.

Do you happen to have a fur

coat in your closet?

A fur coat?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah!

Sure! Doesn't everybody?

I want you to take off

everything else and go get your

fur coat and put it on.

Uh, I'm going to the closet

now, and...

I'm opening the door, and... oh,

there it is, the sable coat.

I'm, uh...

I'm slipping off my Teddy and

putting the coat on.

Okay, good.

Button it up.

I'm buttoning it up.

Tight. Button it up tight.

All right. Now what?

Now I want you in a train station...

In Europe.

Budapest.

Or Prague. What do you think?

I-I think it's your dime,

buddy.

Budapest...

Right before world war I.

I want you on one of those hard,

wooden benches.

The train station is deserted.

You're all alone.

It's the middle of the night.

It's winter.

It's snowing outside.

It's... it's bitter cold!

But the cold... it doesn't

bother you.

It excites you.

There's something erotic about

being there alone, naked under

your fur coat, in the middle of

the night, in the middle of the winter.

You can feel the silk lining of

the fur coat against your bare skin.

It turns you on.

Your nipples start to harden.

John...

oh, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!

Don't talk! Don't talk!

Your hands start to wander

beneath your coat.

You can't stop from touching yourself.

John, look.

I'm... I'm actually... I'm

really not into this, so...

Try.

Just try.

You go to warm yourself.

But you're not cold anymore.

You're burning up.

You're so hot, you feel like

running out into the snow and

diving in.

Your skin is so sensitive, it

hurts.

You can't bear to have anything

touching it, now, can you?

No.

You let your coat slide down

just off your shoulders...

Just enough to get the

station master's attention.

You don't know what's gonna

happen, but you know that

something has to.

You've gone too far.

So, who's it gonna be?

The station master...

a man with no present and no

past, a man who sits at a ticket

window of a train station where

no trains stop...

Waiting for someone to show up

in a fur coat?

If not him, who?

I'm gonna let you choose,

because this is very important.

Do you know why?

Because afterwards...

...When you light that cigarette

and the perspiration starts to dry...

You're gonna be all alone again.

That fateful moment when you're

back down on earth, surrounded

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