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DEVIL BETWEEN THE LEGS

Snoop!

Fucking whores!

You’re not even good for that.

But I know you.

You pretend to be so good.

Such a wilting flower!

It’s about time you showed up!

I was saying to myself:

One of these days, Dinorah...

...will claim Mondays

It’s almost 10.

Look after things, leave the man alone.

You know my husband, he's a light sleeper.

He keeps his own time.

By day or by night.

It’s best to leave him alone.

And this better be the last time you come this late.

Don’t tell me about the subway or traffic,

- Can’t you see I... -Yes.

So you won’t be late for your minister.

It was just a little while.

A little while is a little while.

And yes, just like you...

...I have my own business.

And don’t be cheeky.

It would be so easy to have the party in peace.

Your mom left you here since you were little.

And I said to myself: if her mom left her,

...then it’s up to me to raise her.

If you don’t like my work...

...I’ll take my things and go.

You’re so dramatic!

Just because I tell you to be early

...doesn’t mean I don’t want you to work with me.

I need you to be on time. Try harder.

Everyone is late with how much traffic there is.

Well, look after things, eh?

And for lunch, the usual.

His alphabet soup.

I'll get by with the leftovers, but you know how he is.

His alphabet soup every day.

For goodness sake, Dinorah!

Make whatever you like then.

Besides, it isn’t always the same.

One day it’s alphabet, the other it's stars...

- Shells... -Other it's ammo or bows.

Thank God I don’t ask you to do something fancy.

Then you’d see what it's like to work for real.

I went to your room yesterday.

I saw how you have the dummies.

What were you doing in my room?

I went to get some pictures.

But I don’t have to explain, it's my house.

I went, that’s all.

What about the dummies?

The dummies, what?

They’re still there.

Yes, but all disguised.

Like ragamuffins.

They are dummies.

Old dolls.

That way they’re less creepy.

They’re scary at night.

Well, it‘s up to you if my husband finds out.

They frightened you as a child.

No matter how many times I told you they were my husband's

...from when he wanted to be a doctor and work with anatomy.

But no! You didn't like them.

He doesn’t even care about the dummies.

He has them there, old and forgotten.

But they are his dummies.

That’s why he keeps them.

Poor thing!

He wanted to be a doctor and...

...ended up a pharmacist.

A homeopathic pharmacist.

Yes!

In a homeopathic pharmacy.

Several pharmacies.

A whole chain.

He says so all the time.

Look after things.

If he does care about them...

...and doesn’t want anyone to touch them...

...let him take them to his room.

It may be his house...

...but it’s my room.

Tell him I went to the gym.

He’s going to find her out.

He’s going to find her out.

But God forbid I should mess with his dummies

...because the mister...

And what about her?

She’s up to something.

TANGO CLASSES

Have you seen the time?

What is it today?

The maid was late and I had to wait.

You know how they are.

One thing today, yesterday was another.

Your dance partner left already.

I’ll catch up.

Mr. Ismael...

...he takes dancing seriously.

Today, he brought his wife to take some photos.

She wanted to see you.

What she wanted was to see you.

Look you over, wish you good luck.

But if you don’t show up, she'll think something is wrong.

Oh, Beatricita, what can I say?

Fuck!

Did he ask about me?

Him?

I just told him you had to go to the gym.

He got into bed and fell asleep.

Yes...

...that’s what he does when he's mind is drifted.

Did you go out?

Yes.

I went to the gym and...

...then got a massage.

I have bursitis and when it rains, it worsens.

That bursitis of yours.

It flares up in rainy season.

And does it act up when it doesn't rain?

No wonder you spend so much on bras and panties.

Since you don’t pay for them.

These are more than 5 years old.

You washed it the day before yesterday.

What?

What are you saying?

I don’t notice.

I do.

You got it smeared with all that shit, right?

Or rather, you and I both know what got smeared.

And we pretty much know who with.

You know what I found?

This morning you went to the massage

...and you painted your mouth.

You got lipstick on the cup.

Look!

Red.

You should take me.

My leg hurts, but you never take me.

Or tell the masseuse...

...to come here and give both of us a massage.

She can give me a massage and you don't have to go out.

And if you don’t go out...

...I don’t start thinking...

...mulling things over.

Thinking and thinking.

She needs a special bed.

A high one.

Space, and I don’t know what all.

Why do you wash your underwear so much lately?

Do you have an infection?

You wash because you have an infection.

Your pussy swarming with bugs.

It’s my bra, not my panties.

The infection would be on my panties.

You never know.

Some women who will do anything.

Even get an infection on her tits

...from jumping from bed to bed.

You should tell me the truth.

One is left with so many things...

...rattling around in one’s head.

Get them out of there!

Don’t start!

You’re the one with crotch rot.

So you’re the one who started.

I’m going out, I won't eat.

And when you go out, where do you go?

Another scare like that...

...and you’re paying for the ambulance.

You’ll give me a heart attack.

You haven’t been around here for a while.

...I didn’t even knew you were coming.

I’m here.

I can’t leave here.

There’s no one to mind it.

Just for a little while.

Say you went to the stand.

And I’m the one who who loses customers.

...and you don’t give a hoot.

Come back in an hour and then...

It’s not for you...

...it’s for me.

Come on.

Ok.

Just for a while.

Can’t you see I’m working?

And the dye woman didn't come today.

...the bitch.

But what can I do?

I always end up telling you yes.

This morning, I saw you cleaned the place.

It looks nice.

And with the stuff you found underneath this trash.

Like in the old movies.

When they cleaned them up and they ended up very pretty.

Like Cinderella...

...or Snow White.

I’m going to give you a lamp.

It must be tucked away somewhere around here.

It will look really nice.

It belonged to her...

...as a child.

This afternoon, I was a bit nervious..

...sometimes one loses patience.

Look...

...that’s how things are in this house.

You know what’s going on.

And when it does, it’s nothing.

The mister is into his own thing.

When a squabble starts...

...just ignore it.

Don’t get upset.

You’ll understand.

Life makes us all understand.

By blows, but it makes us understand.

You know...

...you look a lot like my daughter..

...Begoña.

Her hair was just like yours.

Straight and mussed.

She left years ago.

She left her lamp.

It’s stylish.

My hair is stylish.

Your daughter’s may be long and messy...

...mine is stylish.

You knew her, remember?

At first...

...she came often.

Then she didn’t.

I don’t even wonder where she is.

Just like my Begoña...

...my daughter.

Pigheaded like you...

...sullen like you.

Feisty like you.

The mister is right, you're going to screw it up.

What?

My clothes.

Don’t wash them until I tell you.

I don’t want any more altercations in this house.

Here are the clothes I wahsed.

You tell me when I should clean the rest.

It smells like her.

Is that why?

Because it smells like her, you want me to wear it?

What I want is...

...for you to rub it

Here.

In your armpits...

...and then down there.

Anyways...

...if it ends up smelling like her...

...just laugh it off.

Have fun.

Anyways...

...how can it hurt you?

How can you expect me to be

...happy as a lark in bed...

...when what you want is for me to smell like another?

I know...

...she is she and I am me.

And I’m not going to change it, you don't want it to change.

But it hurts.

I say it with rage.

And don’t go thinking this rage is because of you.

It’s for the numskull I live with.

He doesn’t bat an eye.

After all, I have a heart...

...and sometimes I think:

...let him make a jealous scene like God intended.

But, there you have it.

My husband doesn’t care about me.

I get jealous.

Jealous of a husband who isn't jealous.

Who can watch TV at night...

...without thoughts eating away his brain.

And his guts.

Just think...

...you’re jealous...

...my wife, is jealous...

...and your husband...

...without a care.

What do you think of that?

Am I jealous or envious?

Who knows the difference

...between the two.

Turn around.

I get cold.

- It isn’t cold. -Well, I'm cold.

I didn’t used to mind you seeing me.

But now I do.

When you stare at me...

...I feel I look ugly to you.

Turn around.

She calls me...

...she pulls down her panties...

...and very slowly...

...grabs my hand.

She’s a strumpet...

...not a corner whore.

I know you, but I don't get you.

You like to lie with me.

So do I.

We enjoy fucking.

But what does your wife have to do in all of this?

Let her live her life.

If it’s with someone else...

...so be it.

Just like you and me...

...and everybody’s happy.

When it happens, it happens.

If it doesn’t, it’s no reason to lose your mind.

There will be another day.

And maybe another day, I will be better..

...and so will you.

Oh, you got all upset!

Sad.

This is to feel good.

To feel pleasure.

To make whoopee.

And if not, then fuck it.

Anyways...

...I’ll be here for when you return.

It’s a balm to me, that you'll always be here.

Yes!

I always will.

That’s my misfortune.

Don’t get me wrong...

...but I swear, next time...

- ...will be the next time. -Yeah, next time.

You can come in if you want.

You’ll catch cold sitting out there.

And it’s late.

Hurry up, turn on the TV, I'll make dinner.

Shameless!

You leave the evidence on the patio.

Your panties dripping bleach.

So I won’t see that I am right.

That you caught bugs on your pussy.

...that any Tom, Dick

Don’t even think of opening this door...

...or I’ll crush your skull with my bare hands.

I feel like it.

I really do.

Why do you do it?

To clean the milk of other guys in my house.

You can’t stop.

You never could stop.

That’s your misfortune.

I loved you...

...I thought I could change you.

Cure your sluttiness.

To clean the milk of other guys...

...in my house.

Home.

You can’t stop.

You never could stop.

That’s your misfortune.

I loved you.

I thought I could change you...

Cure your sluttiness.

Harlotry.

Lechery.

Wantonness.

Not even the years have calmed your sluttiness.

Trollop.

Haven’t you seen your tits?

Hanging.

You do it because life has given you many men.

Could it be because you’re...

...a whore?

Whore.

Whore...

...seventy eight times.

Whore...

...seventy nine.

The milk of others!

The milk of others!

You were born a whore...

...you grew old a whore.

You will bury me a whore.

You will die a whore.

Dinorah!

Dinorah! Come here quick.

What is this?

I thought you were interested...

...at least some of them.

Take change from the kitchen...

...go to the stationary store...

...and buy some glue and...

...some sheets of pasteboard...

...about three.

This is between us.

Not a word!

You understand?

Not a word!

When you had your daughter, she helped you?

Those are things one doesn't say.

...especially to their children

It makes them nervous.

And you tell me.

You’re not my daughter.

I meant since I am young...

The things you say!

Where did that come from?

I have a daughter.

Daughter.

And you’re not her.

I was just saying...

You’re all alone.

Without visitors.

Godforsaken.

Godforsaken.

Go pity your mother!

Thank you.

Are you in a hurry?

We have an appointment with the doctor.

I’m going to meet my wife here...

...or we won’t make it.

I just want to show you something.

A little thing, quickly.

You are a man and...

...know about men’s things.

I’ll be late.

And, well, talking about men things...

...you and me...

It isn’t proper.

It’s out of place.

You are my dance partner, a married woman.

My wife is very understanding, she let's me dance,

...but talking intimacies with another woman...

If she doesn’t like you talking with other women...

...why does she let you come here?

Her knees are bad...

...that’s why she doesn’t come.

And she doesn’t come for the same reason your husband doesn't

Do I ask you why he doesn't come here?

Why doesn’t he come?

Him, dancing!

What a thought!

He’s different.

To show you what he’s like.

I write down everything he tells me.

Let me read you a little bit.

You come cleaning your waters...

...the milk of those guys...

...here in my house...

...milk of others...

...roiling in your cunt.

What is that?

Why do you read that to me?

Don’t go on, I don’t want to know your things.

Why not?

Because I don’t.

They are just... lewdness.

Why do you read it to me?

Because you’re a man...

...and you can tell me.

Sit down.

He...

...is jealous of me.

I mean, there must be a reason.

He loves me...

Not like you love your missus.

Like a female.

Do you see me as a female?

Is that why your wife gets jealous?

Look, Beatricita...

...I respect you.

You are my dance partner, that's it.

Don’t imagine things.

To be frank...

...you are coming on to me.

Me, coming on to you?

You brought up the subject up beauce you're coming on to me.

By reading lewd things.

In a woman’s mouth, that's not right...

...here or anywhere.

I don’t come on...

...I ask.

If you think I am offering myself, you're wrong.

I don’t.

I...

...get wet at night.

That’s why my husband takes care of me.

Not like you and your missus.

Stop coming on to me.

And for your information, I'll request another dance partner.

And let me make it clear for you...

...you and I are not getting together.

With you? Never!

Your wife must have spider webs down there.

And if she doesn’t, ask yoruself,

...why your uptight wife gets home so late?

My husband always says...

...that all women are trollops.

All of them.

Yours, too.

Next class...

...I want a different partner, this woman is crazy.

She is coming on to me and offending my wife.

No!

No!

- This one. -Yes sir.

Thank you.

Goodbye!

You cut up the pictures.

All of them.

They are memories, they were memories.

My memories...

Your memories as a hussy.

If you say that because of my history...

...that was before.

I have never cheated on you.

Never ever.

They were pictures.

Just pictures.

Fuck the pictures.

Like you fucked over my soul.

The house is full photos.

Even of the daughter you don't see.

You have children, too.

And grandchildren.

Put up their pictures.

What for? To remember how they turned out?

Because, come off it...

One always knows in the end, your children

...don’t turn out they way you want them to.

No matter what you do.

They turn out as they turn out.

And since they never turn out the way you imagined...

...I put them out of my mind.

And you should do the same with your daughter...

...who came out twisted.

Forget her and quit fussing!

Instead of filling the house with photos...

...like a small town cemetery.

Don’t fool yourself.

I know.

And so do you.

No one likes their children.

Not me...

...not you.

No one.

Stick the edge under.

It will show less.

Like that.

Like this?

Press harder.

So the edge won’t lift up.

Let me do it.

You’re so clumsy.

I think it would be better to get the negatives.

God knows where they are.

I don’t think I ever had them.

We could call the photographer.

What?

My goodness!

Do you think they kept the photos for 30 years?

Like they were CIA files.

Besides, even then...

...the photographer was ancient, remember?

How did we get to the photographer?

I didn’t have a car, remember?

I forget.

I have fog in my head.

And from there we went to the registry.

Then to eat, I think.

I forgot, too.

If it weren’t for the picture...

...I wouldn’t know what was going on that day.

Pretty!

You were pretty and nervous.

Maybe the pictures are in the attic.

Have Dinorah bring them tomorrow.

Let her do something for once.

I don’t like the idea of here snooping around,

What do we pay her for then?

For the housework.

Not so she can know our stuff.

Our moods.

Our little tricks.

Our fights.

Yes...

...our fights.

When did this happen to us?

Skidding from fight to fight.

When the hell did it happen?

It doesn’t matter when it happened.

It happened.

You filled with silence.

I filled with rage.

And in the end, we both ended up alone.

Our only company the pictures...

...that you are putting up.

At least we have the pictures.

Pictures of children you didn't choose.

In spite of bearing them and raising them.

I told you, all children are like that.

Not just yours or mine.

Children are traps of biology.

Which is a bitch.

I don’t like Dinorah...

...snooping around up there.

My things are there.

And she is always looking and snooping.

Why do you care if she snoops?

It’s not as if you had your secrets.

You changed brands.

At the stand, they didn’t have the usual.

You should have ordered them.

They could get your brand by tomorrow.

What does it matter?

They taste almost the same.

I’ll give Dinorah money tomorrow...

...so she can buy some when she gets home.

And these...

...I can just throw away.

Or smoke them...

...that’s all.

I’m going to have a smoke.

In the patio...

...so it won’t stink.

I thought you had gone to bed.

I knew you would come for your drink.

When we argue...

...I drink.

Get all that nonsense out of your head.

I remember...

...I remember everything.

That’s my misfortune.

I can’t forget anything.

I know the days, the clothes...

...the smell of the streets.

The color of the sky.

It’s all in here.

And it won’t come out.

It circles like a viper.

I know you always have a burn down there.

I will never...

...forgive myself for letting you tell me everything.

You told me everything.

And it all stuck here on my head,

I wasn’t a child anymore.

What did you want me to do?

To get that operation that they say makes you a virgin...

...with a new hymen and all?

You cleansed your guilt with all the fucking.

You wanted to fuck me.

You met me when I had a life.

A real woman of the life.

You know? That’s what ladies call sluts.

You were like that.

Young, a whore.

Old, a whore.

The law of life.

You know what I wanted?

For you really to be clean...

...untouched.

For no one to have wet themselves inside you.

All of that happened before I met you.

Now I am a frail old woman.

Do you think I can have passion?

Or what’s worse...

...arouse dicks?

I look at you and I say: she's broken.

Broken by the years spent living with me.

...by the daughter she raised...

...who left as all children do...

...without even saying thanks.

And then?

Then I close my eyes and I see you as before.

But still, I see you as you're now.

...only sucking other guys' dicks.

...of stupid young ones...

...ones with bellies...

...anyone.

You think I’m going to show my ass...

...for a bunch of lowlifes?

Because...

...only a wreck would fuck an old woman.

Because it’s in your nature.

You were born a slut and hot.

And I have you stuck in my head...

...under my eyelids...

...in my dreams.

I’ve told you...

...a thousand and one times...

...I used to fuck, yes...

...but I never charged.

Why then?

I just liked it.

Do you remember a long time ago you told me...

...you would go with three different men...

...in a day.

Yes.

And they left your pussy flowing.

Yes.

Then why did you do it?

Because...

...because I was soul sick.

I’ll never forget.

I know.

If you know it...

...why did you tell me?

Because I must be stupid.

The worst part is that no one rules over memories.

Memory rules one.

I’m lying down...

...and suddenly, I say...

...she did it...

...with her boss at the office...

...and they did it on the desk.

And after junior high school...

...with whoever walked her home.

And then, she did it with her neighbor...

...the neighbor of her youth...

...he was the one who put his hands on your bra...

...he would suck on your tits...

He was the one, right?

And I can see you right there...

...with your boobs out...

...and him...

...licking and licking.

Stop.

Leave those memories alone...

...in the well of memory.

What the fuck does it matter what I told you in the past?

...if it happened all those years ago?

I’m old.

You’re old.

Let’s grow old in peace.

We’re past the age of passions.

Let’s put recriminations...

...in bags of forgetfulness.

Tell me...

Tell me what you want me to do.

Nothing, nothing can be done.

What can be done, can be done.

What can’t be done...

...can’t.

And this can’t be done.

How long have you been here?

Were you spying?

I was here.

I came for water.

What I can hear from here is not my fault.

Pay no mind.

It’s imaginings...

...rants...

...that’s how he is.

He’s eaten up by memories that...

...just keep running on his head.

I like to think that you went out...

...and got your pleasures.

Because that way, at least your life wasn't in vain.

Otherwise...

...just think of all the years...

...you have been buried in this house.

And what’s worse...

...the years you have left.

Don’t say anything to anyone.

I’m not ordering you.

I’m asking you.

Look what I brought you.

Your whore panties...

...transparent...

...red.

Are you going to get all wet?

Like that...

...like before...

...randy.

Like that...

...like before.

You’re going to open your legs...

And leave your slit open?

Wet...

...like sucking on a mango...

...and I will draw out all your juices.

Oh, that’s good! Good!

You can tell he really loves her

...that’s why he makes her feel good.

Satisfy yourself, damn it!

Satisfy yourself!

Sit down.

I want to talk to you.

Look...

...I bought them for you.

They’re sure to fit.

I know your body.

They’re brand new.

Never used.

Smell them...

...smell them, so you can see they're new.

Don’t tell me you bought them for me.

Tell the truth.

Between you and me...

...there has never been anything but truth.

Maybe that’s why we never loved each other.

Loved, as in...

...in love.

Just think!

If you lie to men, they fall in love with you.

If you’re honest, they hate you.

I thought of her.

She’s blessed that after all those years...

...her husband still courts her.

No, I don’t want them.

Take them away! I don't want new or old.

They make me feel like someone's sloppy seconds.

She has a past...

...a lot of past.

She has a past...

...we all have a past.

It’s just that some bury it and end up with regrets.

She is not prissy...

...she never was.

So?

You’ve always known, you've told me.

What’s all the fuss about?

I went to her room...

I don’t know why I seek her out after all these years

I sought her...

...and she got wet.

She got really wet.

A lot.

That’s why now I know...

...that what I think is true...

...she’s still got the hots...

...and when she gets the hots...

...she doesn’t stop until she's satisfied.

She’s what?

She feels...

...she feels...

...and she goes...

...and she finds someone to put out her fire.

Thank the Lord you have an active woman.

So many, as years go by...

...see their clit gets dry.

If you had stayed a while longer the other day...

...I would have apologized.

And everything would be good.

No, everything would not be good.

She can’t even dance!

This lady is my new dance partner...

...and neither she nor I, tolerate scandals.

Have you seen how she dances?

She looks like a broomstick.

If you have a problem, deal with it on your own.

I am not used to dealing with women like you.

You may look like a housewife...

...but you are a floozy.

I pity your husband!

Shoo, shoo! Out!

Get out of here, leave us alone.

We’re in the middle of dance practice.

He changed me for one that doesn't know how to dance.

You got rude.

He is a very decent man.

He says that...

- ...that you... -That I came on to him?

Me, come on to him?

That’ll be the day!

Well, you’ve been replaced and he's not going back.

What about me?

What?

What about me?

You, bye bye.

The couples are formed, so goodbye.

And don’t come here anymore.

She’s always been a tramp...

...before, now...

...and you know it.

If your lady wife gets all wet...

...you should light a candle to her...

...patron of difficult causes.

It hurts.

Don’t be such a faggot!

If she wants a macho, act like one.

I feel so damn stupid...

...telling you to go sleep with your wife.

Stupid, why?

I told you...

...I’m your lover...

...your concubine...

...your mistress...

...your on the side girl...

...your other woman.

We are friends and we talk...

...we fuck and we go to bed.

It shouldn’t matter to me...

...I know.

We always fuck...

...and we each go home...

...and that’s it.

But things change...

I don’t know what's happening to me...

...but nothing is the same.

Maybe I just got fed up.

Before, I didn’t mind...

...and now it hurts.

I don’t know why, but...

...it’s different.

You know...

...I’m going to put an end to all of this.

- Today? -Today.

Why not?

Today?

That’s it, period!

Can I keep the panties?

What for?

To remember the day we broke up/

No.

I could boast I wasn’t born for this...

...and with you, I’ve never changed.

I never lied to you.

And nobody wants the truth.

At least, I don’t.

The shop is closed.

Why don’t we watch some TV till morning?

A game show.

Or where they sell things.

Do you think it works?

What are you doing?

Just look!

Do you like shoes?

They’re in style.

They’re for dancing.

It had sparkles.

They’re almost new.

You did it secretly.

Let me give you some advice.

In this house...

...don’t stick your nose on our buisness.

Are we your 5 pm soap opera?

It’s not my fault the mister knows your things.

What does he know about me?

Well...

What does he know?

That you have your...

Is that why you cut it?

What are you talking about?

Tell me to my face!

What are you saying?

I heard you yesterday.

You were panting.

The mister knows, so do I.

He’s jealous because he loves you, and you don't appreciate it

We’re closed.

I just want a hairdo.

I have a quinceañera.

- To distract you. -Distract me from what?

From what’s making you sad.

For a 15th birthday, It must be a bun, right?

No, not a bun.

Loose, like her.

That won’t suit you. She has a lot of hair.

Look at yours, just a dribble.

It will do you good to work on it then.

You were crying, I saw you.

I was just venting, what do you know?

I know. I know everything. I saw you two.

I saw you with him.

- I saw where you went. -What?

Who did you follow?

Get up and get out.

I didn’t do it for the missus, I did it for him.

Who are you?

The daughter?

- Did she send you? -No one.

You’re too late, nosy brat.

It’s over.

Finished.

Tell her...

...that her husband was not a lover...

...to me or anyone else.

He just went on and on about how she cheated on him.

He’s the one who knows.

She’s the one stepping out.

She doesn’t fool me, or him.

Tell the missus...

...that I didn’t love him...

...or care about him...

...he was a distraction, I was too.

Even Steven.

But no loving.

I got fed up.

Him going on and on about her.

I’ve got feelings, too...

...vanity...

It’s over.

My gift is this message.

Now scram!

You’re just trying my patience.

Are you going to tell him?

Go on...

...let’s drink for this mess.

Let’s drink to what’s to come.

I saw her.

I went to see her.

Who?

Her.

The mister’s other woman.

Who?

That woman he spent time with.

Don’t make things up.

The mister isn’t seeing anyone.

You think if he was with someone...

...he would be here all day...

...mulling over his rage at me...

...being jealous of me?

You’re making this up to make me mad.

And after I gave you my shoes.

It’s up to you if you don't believe me.

...but I saw her and spoke to her.

She thought I was your daughter.

Not his, yours.

That woman knows you have a daughter.

And the bastard makes scenes.

Here...

Take it, it’s yours!

I hope you like it and,

...just throw it away.

But don’t show it to me again.

Listen...

Was she...

...younger?

Mister...

...go inside!

Just look!

You’re making a puddle.

The things you think of...

...at your age...

...when death is about to

...without any help

Bandage me!

It’s nothing.

Bandage me.

Will you help me?

Help me catch the whore...

...as a favor.

Look me in the face!

I’ve never asked you for anything.

I’m begging you.

Help me!

Me?

Who else?

You know what she does.

Do you know what it’s like when she gets like that.

How could you.

Tell me you’ll help me.

I’ll help you.

Good.

Because she deserves it.

Here.

She was cutting it up.

There must be a reason.

You like it when it hurts me.

I know you.

Look.

Look what I do over you.

- Good evening, ma’am. -Good evening.

Number 27.

The door is tricky.

You have to pull to a bit to the left...

...and make sure the key doesn't get stuck.

I want number 17.

That’s my lucky number.

They’re all the same, ma’am, for everyone.

I want 17.

17.

It’s on the next floor.

If you need anything...

...call me.

I’ll call you.

Can you bring up a bottle of water, please?

It’s open.

Your bottle of water.

Don’t tell me you came to do this shit.

This isn’t a den for suicides.

I know you.

You come to get revenge on your man...

...in the very place it ocurred.

You’re not the first one to do this.

All of you without luggage...

...all in the middle of the night...

...all the same.

Don’t think...

...that he’s going to care about this...

...if you commit suicide here.

The hotel bed...

...in the room with your lucky number.

The one from the honeymoon.

Or some such corny stuff.

But as for me...

...you totally mess it up for me.

Lady, the hotel is under my care...

...so just leave, already!

You love to make a scene...

...don’t think of others.

Listen...

...I didn’t come to kill myself.

Then why did you come?

Close the door!

What?

Close the door!

Sit down!

Pull up the chair!

I came to sleep with you.

I came to fuck.

But you are the lady, a housewife.

I mean, a mother...

...maybe a grandmother.

Old.

Yes, I’m old.

Old and horny.

Do you want to see how I, old and horny...

- ...get all wet? -Me?

But, why me?

Why not?

Hurry up!

I can’t wait.

Gently, gently...

The tits...

...just with your tongue.

You know?

This is what my husband had.

Little licks.

He knows me.

Open...

Oh, that’s good!

Oh, that’s good!

Oh, that’s good!

You won’t believe this...

...I’ve never done it with a women like this.

Like you.

Decent, with a home.

I got nervous, I don't know why.

Maybe because you are...

Serious...

...older.

Old?

When I saw you come in, I said:

Another one with problems from home.

Why did you do it?

Out of jealousy?

For revenge, to screw him?

Neither jealousy nor revenge.

Why don’t you just get divorced.

Why should I get divorced?

I did it because I felt like it.

He knows it.

It’s my nature.

I felt like it.

An urge.

Tell me...

...why should I leave him?

I did it because I had an urge.

And you know what?

I still feel like it.

Tell me...

...don’t leave me wondering.

You have someone else’s milk.

You have someone else’s milk on your cheeks.

Why did you show me?

Why?

They are my memories...

...and yours.

Our life.

I’m leaving.

Leaving this house.

If you think you can screw him and leave him...

...you’re wrong.

- Get away, you moron! -You'll stay.

Get away, you idiot!

Stop!

What’s it to you?

Because I’m the one who takes care of him!

Really? The mister, you imbecile!

She’s alive.

Listen!

She moans.

Softly, but she’s moaning.

What shall we do?

We have two choices...

...you finish her off or cure her.

Me?

You finish her off or cure her.

There’s no other way.

You say you wanted to be a doctor.

With all those dummies and bottles in here.

About three months after...

Read to me!

This is where we left off.

You’re not even good for that.

But I know you.

You pretend to be so good.

Such a wilting flower!

To clean the milk of other guys in my house.

You can’t stop.

You never could stop.

That’s your misfortune.

I thought I could change you.

Cure your sluttiness.

Harlotry.

Not even the years have made you satisfied.

Trollop.

Haven’t you seen your hanging tits?

Hanging.

You do it because life has given you many men.

You were born a whore...

...you grew old a whore.

You will bury me a whore.

You will die a whore.

You wash because you have an infection.

Your pussy swarming with bugs.

Some women are capable of anything.

Do you remember a long time ago when you told me...

...you would go with up to three men in a day?

And they left your pussy flowing.

I’ll never forget.

That’s why I know you had a lot of men inside you.

Skank.

Your pussy is all wet...

...as usual.

That’s how you are.

...with the devil down there...

...burning with someone else's milk.

THE END