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Oh, Blake.

You like that, don't you?

Put it in.

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

You're so wet and so hot inside.

Oh, Blake.

Oh.

We returned to Paris totally exhausted.

Not that I'm complaining.

It was an unforgettable night.

But it was going to be tough facing his little French Barbie doll and

maintaining my cool business -like image.

Oh, Glenn.

Hello, Heather. Hello, Marie.

Darling, why didn't you call me from the airport?

You know I would have had to send a car for you. Well, I'm just full of

surprises, aren't I?

Now, Heather and I were able to catch an earlier flight.

Oh, I missed you so much. And I missed you, my prized possession.

I got the most wonderful idea when you were down. Huh? I'm going to learn the

business at the airport, and then I can travel everywhere with you. Oh, why

would you want to bore yourself with business when you can have anything that

you want?

All you have to do is ask.

Then I want my husband.

Silly thing, you already have me.

So what have you been doing while I was gone, huh?

I've been surprised for you.

A surprise?

Baby has a surprise for Daddy.

Well, tell me.

No, guess.

You prepared my favorite cateau.

No, it's much better than that.

Huh? Umberto is here.

Umberto?

Umberto Tontini, our friend from Fremantle.

I've been entertaining him in the parlor until you got home. Did he say what he

wanted? I don't know, but he seems very upset.

Heather, meeting right now in the parlor. I'll be with you in just a

Umberto! Umberto, how are you?

So, how's married life for you, old boy?

How can you say such a thing? What's the matter?

Have you no shame to disgrace me?

Umberto. Do not be familiar with me. You, you who I thought was my best

who partook of my hospitality, my foolish good nature.

Look, there's... Liars!

Damnable liar!

At least tell me if I'm accused of it. Oh, yes, yes.

There you stand, smirking at a man considerably older.

Yes, laugh at me, degenerate.

I'm laughing because I'm confused.

No,

I'm sure you don't.

Mark the feeble desires of an older man who came this close to knowing God's

perfection.

Knowing love.

I still don't understand.

When an older man finally meets the true joy that a

young woman can bring, then he has found God's perfection to him on earth.

My Angelina was the first woman who ever...

Showed me what true happiness could be.

Welcome to my home.

I can't believe it.

Is this your mother?

Yes, it is.

She was as beautiful as you in that dress.

He's real?

Yes, of course they are. All of them.

They all belong to you now.

They're beautiful.

Not half so beautiful as you, my darling.

Aunt Jadina, come to me.

It was at that very table I wrote you my first love letter.

And now...

To bed.

But it's so early.

Not to sleep.

To make love.

Didn't your mother teach you the responsibilities of marriage?

Will you let me teach you how to please me?

Teach me.

You promised not to be afraid.

I know you've never seen a man before, but I want you to kiss me

as I have kissed you.

long I've waited for this moment.

I promise.

I promise I won't hurt you.

My baby.

My darling.

Careful.

It's better than I ever dreamed.

Oh, I don't believe you.

No. Yes, you are.

You. I've never done it before. No, Flora, he would dare to do this. It must

have been that American. No.

It was the American, wasn't it? No, no, it wasn't. Tell me the truth.

He forced me.

My Angelina.

The virginal flower of Herense.

Oh, yes, yes.

You remember her very well, don't you?

When you and your wife came to visit.

You're crazy.

This is my vendetta.

Blake,

are you alive?

Heather, now listen.

I'm okay.

But if that nut thinks I'm still alive, he's going to keep trying until he

really kills me.

Look, I've got to get to the bottom of this.

So until then, Blake Covington must remain dead.

Marie -Ange was shattered by Blake's death.

I took care of all the details of the phony funeral while she brooded in her

room, lost in memories.

While Marie Ange mourned her husband's death, Blake had quietly slipped into

London and was conducting business under an assumed name.

Ah, yes.

Thank you.

Very good.

On Blake's instructions, I urged Marie Ange to get on with her life and help

the Covington Gallery.

Her first order of business was to visit the Baron von Habsburg in Vienna to

discuss the possible sale of the Habsburg oils.

Ah, Madame Covington, welcome to Vienna.

Oh, it's so nice to meet you, Sir Henry.

The Baroness has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Please come this way.

Sir Hillary, my husband Blake spoke very highly of you.

Ah, Madame Covington.

So, you have come to finish your husband's business.

I've come right to the point.

My husband had charged for some time to complete his collection of the royal

portraits. It was his intention to show them at the exposition.

Oh, yes.

The Habsburg oils.

He wanted them so badly. I never gave them up.

Not for money.

or for anything else.

Just how well did you know my husband?

What does it matter now?

I knew him intimately.

He was a man of raging passion.

Madame, you forget yourself.

Please, you've come for the oils.

They are of no use to me.

Perhaps if I told you more about the man you lived with, you might be more

compassionate about my feelings.

And I might be possibly persuaded to help you.

You're making this up.

Do you recall his frequent trips to Alexandria?

He tried at first

to show you the magic of the city and its million vices.

You preferred the banality of Paris and left them.

such as I.

Luxor, the queen of the Nile.

I would take a room and phone him.

Often he'd keep me waiting for days, preferring other less predictable, more

exotic pleasures.

He would come only when he wished, and each time we would play at something

Oh, Liz.

Good to see you, darling.

I've burned for you.

Oh, it's hot.

I'm gonna go get some more ice.

Well, Blake, what sort of games do you have for us today?

Well, I've got a big surprise for you.

Well, what kind?

It's too hot for me, so I called the houseboy. The houseboy? Blake, you

we'd have today alone.

I'm going to watch you drive him right out of his mind.

I just might do that.

Assalamu alaikum.

Come in.

You're kind of cute.

You can put it there.

You stay.

Cool.

Do you understand hot?

Hot? Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I think I've had enough of this.

Thank you.

Oh, how do you do these things?

Hmm.

I bet you've got a big one. What do they do over here?

Hmm.

Baroness, let's talk about the Habsburg oils.

When I was here last month, you promised to reconsider selling the paintings to

me. Now you won't even discuss it. Why?

Oh, Blake.

Why do you torture me in this way? The oils are all I need to complete my

collection of the royal portraits. The first complete Habsburg collection in

world. Oh, Blake.

I love it when you fuck me.

Think of it.

The world is so close to the first complete Habsburg collection.

You know how much they mean to me. They're the

success of my forthcoming Paris exhibition.

I'm prepared to offer you half a million for your part of the collection.

What more can I do?

Oh, fuck your feet, baby.

You know how long I've been pursuing them? Years before they were acquired by

your family.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh. And you and your family will be credited at the forthcoming exhibition.

Oh, yeah.

Surely they'll be seen and enjoyed by thousands all over the world.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

And why do you persist on this course of action? They mean nothing to you.

Oh, fuck me. Oh.

Oh, I love you. I love you.

You know it.

I taste the brandy on your breath.

I had a feeling that Marie -Ange had responded to the Baroness's advances.

I'm not sure why.

Perhaps to secure the painting, or maybe to satisfy her own needs.

At any rate, the experience changed her.

She was very excited that the Baroness had agreed to consider selling the

Habsburg oils to Covington Gallery.

She wanted to know all there was to know about the art world.

In the port city of Piraeus, Blake had liaisons with a number of very wealthy

and very willing women.

Marie -Ange and I became constant companions, exploring the museums and

galleries of the city of life.

She insisted that I accompany her on her first visit to the Louvre.

I was happy to introduce her to the great masters that had given me such

pleasure.

Miss Ashton told you?

Ah, it's closed today.

What are you doing?

It's closed, darling.

Not for artists.

Or lovers.

You look pretty.

You look so good.

Marie Ange felt the stranger's presence before she saw him.

It stimulated her to greater excitement.

I could feel her move more quickly against me.

Let him be patient and wait his turn.

Oh, laugh faster.

Oh, Mary Ange, put it in.

Now fully aroused, Marie Ange wanted the stranger all to herself.

Oh my God.

It's a good thought you're pretending that I'm not here.

Bet I know something that knows I'm here.

Reason!

Oh, no.

Amen.

Elianche wired me that she was headed directly for Salzburg.

I informed Blake and he was on the next flight.

He said that he wanted to go to Salzburg to keep an eye on the proceedings from

a safe distance.

The Baroness, true to her word, had shipped the precious paintings.

He also said that he had gotten to the bottom of the Trentini business and

promised me that he would be out of hiding soon and that everything would be

resolved.

suspected. The reports of your death were greatly exaggerated.

It's like he made me. He's crazy.

Honey, don't worry. I'll take care of this.

Don't! Don't?

It's just a present, old friend.

Some pictures and a full report from a Florentine detective agency.

Look at these pictures.

You might just recognize the lady in question. This is just a trick to try to

save your life.

The report's authentic.

Look at it.

The pictures were taken from the tenement where she lived.

in the laundry room.

Look at it!

Read the report.

You're tough.

My God.

Thank you.

Te arrendes.

I cannot believe that Angelina would betray me like that.

It's inconceivable.

I could understand the situation at play.

To find out that she was that from the truth.

I'm a fool.

Why would a pure, innocent girl be interested in a man like me?

Am I that revolted?

Am I that ugly to look at?

I wanted to say something to Umberto, but I was lost myself.

Why didn't Blake take me with him?

Why hadn't I followed him?

Why was I clinging to this poor disillusioned man whom I hardly knew how

console?

I seemed to have no control over my own actions.

I couldn't believe those photographs.

And Blake was diabolically clever to get a private detective.

Don't let it bother you.

Show me no pity.

Do not cloud your judgment with mercy.

I want to be with you.

Spare me your favors.

I wanted to show you how a real woman makes...

As we moved to a more secluded spot, I realized that Umberto needed to be

seduced by a wanton woman to destroy the illusion of Angelina's innocence.

I knew I could play the role.

Make it harder.

Yes.

You know how to make it.

It's so nice inside of my pussy.

Oh, yeah, it makes me want to cum.

And cum.

Fuck me.

I know you're going to come.

I can feel it getting ready.

That's right.

Give it to me.

Give it to me. Yeah, baby.

Come on.

Pardon me, but aren't you the famous Madame Covington?

I crown you Queen of Covington Galleries for your triumphant efforts in

acquiring the Habsburg oils.

Your late husband, Blake, would have been so proud.

Oh, shit, I can't keep this pretense up any longer. Look, I'm just an actor. I

was hired to do a job.

Honey, this whole idea of yours was brilliant.

It was fun, wasn't it?

But we finally got the Habsburg oil.

How familiar and clear.

Less 10 % for your actor friend, Umberto.

He deserved it.

It could easily have been that I might have been a member of parliament from

London. I could have been a Swiss banker from Zurich. He told me he also plays

Germans if we ever need one.

The whole thing was a phony scam.

Don't you understand?

I'm so confused.

But he is so damn hot for those Habsburg paintings.

I mean, the Baroness has always used him for her sexual games. She was not about

to let him have those paintings as long as he was alive.

You should have seen Heather. She was scared right out of her wits.

I think I would have enjoyed that.

But what about Angelina?

Trentini and Angelina were characters I did in an off -Broadway play.

There have been a lot of real life Angelinas, but not with the passion that

have.

The oils have probably been delivered to the castle by now.

He has it all.

Heather.

Heather, wait.

So tell me, you enjoyed playing the little trollop, didn't you?

You know, I always love to make a channel.

Little vixen.

You treat me like that, don't you?

This is how they handle you.

You've been a very naughty girl, you know that? No. You know what Blake does

his naughty girl?

Don't touch me. You must be spent. You must be severely punished. Don't you

touch me.

Don't you dare. Stop.

Stop you.

Stop it.

Kiss my ass.

Kiss your ass, huh?

Stop it.

You're doing, you're crazy.

Like it or not, don't you?

Oh, baby.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Oh, yeah.

I love you. I

love

you.

Oh, no.

How much I want.

You love it.

Yes.

You want more, don't you? No.

You want to erupt, don't you?

No.

Wonderful idea this time.

Let's just be man and wife.

I think we need the rest.

Blake? Yes?

I love you.

And I love you.

And so Marie -Ange loves Blake, and Blake loves Marie -Ange.

And I had loved them both.

At first I hated all of them.

No one likes to play the fool.

With time it was just the memories of Blake that continued to haunt me.

Things aren't always what they appear to be Sometimes the pain of losing can

clear your mind and strengthen your heart for the next girl around

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