prejudices of her youth. She went into a new kind of existence, abandoning forever the tearful past of her predecessors.
Her cunt, her body, her breasts, became the marvelous machine, the splendid instrument which was to serve her passing fancies. And when she had left the male, she took with her all the intensity of her pleasure. She had only one thought now:
Pleasure before everything!
CHAPTER FIVE
Now she had reached the borders of the most agreeable vices.
Her body which had been taken in every way had outstripped the passion of an ignorant youth. Oh! How far away were her days in her native village!
And now she had left her aunt's home as well. The last day she had sold flowers, she had an argument with the old woman.
“Aunt, I'm going to leave you! I know how good you've been to me! But I need to live as I please…”
“You'll be like all those useless girls! You, the child whom your parents entrusted to me!”
“Don't worry! I'll be serious and visit you often!”
The aunt had come over to the young girl and, looking her straight in the eyes, added:
“Who knows you in the city?”
“No one, I assure you! I need to live alone and…”
She never had a chance to finish.
“Danielle, I know that you don't have too much money. I've never had a daughter. I can give you the small savings I've collected, but I warn you, don't spend it foolishly!”
“Come on, aunt, we'll see each other again! I thank you for your offer. Kiss me!”
And, squeezing the old woman between her strong arms, she sensed a faint odor of the flower shop penetrating her, choking her beautiful, ardent nature.
An old woman has the faint odor of food, of musk, and the humors which her foolishness haven't dared to lose.
Danielle rented a little apartment on the sixth floor of a building situated on a popular street. Its interior was pleasantly furnished, filled with useless things that were so popular among young women.
Since her arrival in the city, she had met many interesting people. What did she hope to get from all these people, stupid bipeds who imagine that they are different from the other animals? There is nothing special about them, except that piece of cartilage surrounded by flesh which hardens for intromission.
Oh, poor fools! Invisible ghosts who pass through life cheating your inaccessible desires! How the thinker who judges you such as you are-as animals-pities you!
Danielle saw Joe from time to time, but their meetings became fewer and the woman realized more and more that the man would not appease her desires. She had to let the days fly by and not regret a moment of the past.
One evening, therefore, when she was getting ready to go to his apartment, she felt a strange presence beside her. Turning around, she saw an attractive old man, the crease in his pants impeccable, his body still tall and straight, advancing toward her.
Her first impulse when she saw the hideous male face in agony was to immediately leave without saying a word. However the man spoke before she had a chance:
“Excuse me, miss, but I already had the opportunity of meeting you when you sold flowers.”
She snapped back:
“Who are you? What a way to approach a young lady!”
The old man was silent but then regained his courage.
“I know that it isn't very polite, but I saw you and I thought you might permit me to…”
“Yes, I understand! You think I'm one of those girls who can be approached by anyone.”
“No! No! I know that you're serious, but I thought we might become friendly.”
She softened somewhat and looked at the man with an amused smile. Now she remembered his face. The old man often came to the store and he always gave her a banal compliment as he was paying for his purchase.
“Oh! I recognize you! You were one of my aunt's clients, weren't you?”
The man seemed happy to have finally been recognized.
“Yes, that's right! Your aunt is a charming lady! Don't you live with her anymore?”
“No! I like to be alone! I rented a very nice apartment. Good-day, sir.”
She held out her hand but he didn't dare to take it.
His white beard was shaking and his little eyes sunk obliquely into their orbits, resembling those of pigs.
Like many old people married to someone their own age, Mr. Edward Dupont, accountant for thirty years, had only had passing adventures in his life and the dream he experienced without being aware of it, had faded in the distance.
What could the fat Mrs. Dupont bring him with her formidable obesity, her flabby thighs, her flat chest that descended to her navel, and the hairs that darkened her senile chin?
Nevertheless, he took the hand that the young girl offered him now and whispered, fearing a refusal:
“Are you free tomorrow? I would love to get to know you better!”
She didn't answer immediately.
She looked at the old man and she didn't have to be psychic to guess that the accountant wanted to make love to her!
“Perhaps! But what will we do?”
“Oh, we'll take a walk. We'll have plenty of time.”
“All right. I accept. But I'll feel as though my grandfather is walking beside me!”
And she burst into a big open laugh that made the desire rise in the old man. Edward couldn't stand still any longer. He put his hand into his pants pocket and, without her seeing it, he caressed his prick through the material that was specially cut for this purpose.
Then he left Danielle, who went back to her apartment.
The lascivious rascal was happy! Although he had had many girls throughout the city, he had never been attached to any of them. But this young girl, with the majestic body which was outlined at the slightest movement, tempted his pitiful senility!
He promised himself the most beautiful fuck of his career as a lover.
“Did you get a raise?” his wife asked when she saw him waltzing through the door.
“No, my big nanny, but I had an idea for a little gift that would please you and you know how happy I am to be home with you!”
“Come here. I'm going to give you a kiss. You deserve it since you thought of me,” said the old woman with a smile that uncovered her yellow teeth.
He grimaced and said:
“Oh, at your age. What are you thinking!”
The two old people embraced clumsily and if the huge Dupont hadn't been so heavy and out of breath, perhaps she would have opened her decrepit rotundities to humor the man.
The next day, Danielle arrived slightly late and saw her suitor sitting on a bench. He got up and squeezed her hands effusively.
“Where are we going?”
“I thought that a walk would stimulate our appetites. Then a little dinner in an inn that I know.”
“And then…?” the young girl added maliciously.
“Then! Then…!” he could only answer, “we'll see!”
“After all,” thought Danielle, “the old man is still sturdy! He has money and if he wants me to give him my ass, he'll have to pay the price. Anyway, it's quite obvious what he wants. And it might be amusing to be fucked by
