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shoes.
I don't know quite where to begin because the beginning is actually at the
You know how sometimes even when you love someone, absolutely love them, you
still can't live with them.
Heartbreaking, right?
Seriously heartbreaking.
They say there are many stages to a marriage.
With the first blush of love comes passion, lust.
But how long can that kind of intensity last?
And when it's gone, what do you do?
What can you do?
Especially if you miss it.
And I mean really miss it.
I don't know if you remember me, but I definitely remember you.
I was playing in the court next to you yesterday.
I'm sorry, I don't recall.
Let me get these.
A lot of stuff here.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Oh, I love this door.
I really do.
Before my wife passed away, I...
I used to find all her gifts here.
Birthdays, Christmas, everything.
She loved them.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
I don't mean to be morose.
I feel blessed.
I feel blessed for the time that we had together.
So you play a lot of tennis?
Actually, I just started.
I'm new at the club myself.
I wish I could play more.
Too much work.
No, I'm just lazy.
Yeah, too much work.
Thanks for indulging me.
You are very unusual.
Will I see you again?
Teachers.
Funny, isn't it?
If you want to learn how to ice skate or swim or learn math or how to ride a
horse.
Funny how the world's full of them.
Features.
But the art of sustaining passion for most of us is at best a learn -as -you
process.
Sink or swim.
Luck of the draw.
This is our little secret.
Understand me?
Do you understand?
Answer me. Yeah.
Yeah. Louder.
Yeah, I understand.
Take me.
Teach me.
Alive again.
Hungry.
For him.
If only I could tell him what was asleep inside me is now
awake.
Lust.
Passion.
Pure and...
The night belongs to him.
The day belongs to me.
Say it.
The night belongs to him.
The day belongs to you.
The day is mine to do what?
To do it as you please.
It gives me such pleasure
to see you standing naked in
a grove of trees, backlit by the
sun, the blindfold.
what you want.
You.
Do you love your husband?
Sophia lovers.
Not enough experience.
Neither of us.
I look at other couples.
And I see what we're missing.
Courage.
A need to know.
One of us had to take a lover to find out, to learn.
I decided it would be me.
Do you understand?
Yes, I understand.
Do you find me less attractive now?
I want you to teach me.
Will you do that for me?
It's sensation.
never knowing exactly what your lover will do.
So beautiful.
I hired Harry to seduce you into seducing me.
I desperately wanted to satisfy you. I didn't know how.
You sent it.
You sensed that Harry didn't just appear into your life.
I hired him because I didn't know what else to do.
And I knew that if I didn't do something, you would leave me.
If you don't mind, I've asked Harry to stay with us.
Your tongue against the flat of my stomach.
The teacher, Red Shoe, has done his job well.
Through him, we found our Paul.
Well, it worked.
Love grows and love dies. Sometimes, if you're lucky, it survives and grows
again and becomes stronger.
Amen.
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