Wild Orchid Page #4

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If he goes for it,|throw this in his face.

Let me go!

Now!

Let me go!

I tried to get to you, Hanna.

Don't cover me up,|you understand?

You don't like the way I look?

What's wrong with me?

Look at me!

- I said look at me!|- Get in the car.

Let's get him!|The son of a b*tch!

Come on!

Look at me!

Get in the car.

You motherf***er!

Don't.

Don't cover up.

I want to look at you.

That's what you want,|isn't it, Hanna?

You have perfect skin.

Very beautiful breasts.

You have a nice, hard,|flat stomach like a swimmer's.

You haven't had a child,|have you?

That's right, Otto.

Look at your wife.

She's beautiful.|Spirited.

What happened|to make you so angry?

Did you find her|with another man?

Did you push her into his arms,|and she liked it?

Was that it?

Are you punishing her|because she liked it?

Did you find her...

with his hand...

on her thighs?

And she liked it?

Was that it?

Did he have his hands...

on her breasts?

And she liked it?

Is that what happened, Otto?

Is it?

Tell them to stop.

I would if I could.

But I can't.

Haven't you ever felt like that?

Primal?

Insatiably hungry?

Look at them, Emily.

Tell me what you see.

I see two people having sex.

Making love.

There's a difference.

What is this, some kind of joke?

How?

How did I know about the roast|beef and the mashed potatoes?

Or how did I get into your room?

Why this?

Why all the trouble?

This place seemed to have made|a lasting impression on you.

I wanted to find out why.

Why?

Because I'm interested in you.

I'll bet you sang|in the Presbyterian choir.

You went|on those family reunions.

And you picked|blackberries and...

blueberries and huckleberries|in the summer.

The pride of your mother.

Apple of the old man's eye.

Why do I get the feeling that...

if I reach out and touch you,|you'll disappear?

Why don't you try it and see?

I'm sorry.

It's not you.

It's me.

I'm just not... very good|at being touched, Emily.

They gave me this.

They said it was a gift for|bringing them back together.

I want you to have it.

Will you leave it on, please?

For me?

How come you're always|following her around?

Don't you have anything better|to do with your time?

You'd better stay away|from that one.

Otherwise, she's going|to break your heart.

Could I have a Boodles martini,|straight up?

Two olives, please.

Excuse me...

I'm Jerome.

I'm American.

I feel like a fool|in this thing.

It's a shame|you can't understand me...

because I'm about|to give you a compliment.

You ready?

From the moment I saw you...

I suddenly wanted you|more than anything or anyone...

I've ever wanted in my life.

But you don't give a sh*t|about that, do you?

All you want is my money, right?

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