Devotion Page #3

day the whole school knew.

- Three weeks later he got kicked out.

- Too bad.

The stupid b*tch was just jealous

because I got all the leads

while she got only line-parts.

What's so funny?

I can imagine why you got all

the good parts.

- Forget it.

- I didn't say anything.

- I know what you're thinking.

- Do you?

Yeah, you think I got the good

parts because I slept with him.

- Is it true?

- Sure.

I f***ed him and I was rewarded.

- Quite calculating.

- Quid pro quo.

That attitude will be a door-opener.

- You really think so?

- I'm positive.

Phew. I'm stuffed.

What's wrong? Is there

something on my face?

Nothing. I'm trying

to figure you out.

Why do all men try to understand

women. Just take us the way we are!

Mutual insight makes

communication easier.

I don't think so.

I don't care what someone thinks,

the way he was brought up,

if he went to college or lives on

welfare, or parties day in day out.

Most of all I hate those post-coital

questions. What are you thinking.

How many men you slept with.

As if it mattered how many I screwed.

Beside I don't give a damn about

most men. If I want something...

...you sleep with them.

No, sometimes I just give

them a blow job.

- Just kidding.

- Right.

- You don't have to laugh.

- I won't.

- Whatever happened to Lilly?

- Who?

- Lilly.

- Never heard of her, who's she?

Playing games again?

- What happened next?

- Wouldn't you love to know?

Curiosity is part of human nature.

Spare me those cheap lines.

- Where did I leave off?

- She was gang-raped.

You were paying attention,

very good.

Well, these guys were bragging to

everyone at school about f***ing Lilly.

The a**holes said Lilly

had encouraged them.

The girls called her a whore

and threw condoms at her.

They hung up photos of Lilly including

her number and one sentence:

'Who wants to f*** me?

Lilly just lost it. She didn't dare

leave the house, so she quit school

She stayed in her room for days,

listening to music and reading books.

Finally, she ran away from home

and got a job in town.

- Doing what?

- Lilly wanted to work for the theater.

Make-up artist was her dream job.

Therefore she had to learn

hairdressing:
cutting,

doing highlights, perms,

all that other crap.

A stupid job.

But at least she got rid of all

the d*ckheads from school.

She also got a small flat

in a run-down house.

Her paycheck barely

covered the rent,

so she cleaned houses on

weekends and babysitted.

- Still, she was always broke.

- Cruel world.

No, people are just unable to

get their acts together.

One day Lilly discovered tons

of videotapes in the basement

left by the previous tenant.

Frustrated as she was,

she watched them all.

She particularly liked one French

film. I never saw this movie, I think.

It's about a woman who lets men

pick her up, steals their money

and runs off.

- Sounds familiar...

- It was called...

No, let me start again.

Lily was inspired by this film.

So she bought nice clothes,

had her make-up done

and went to an expensive hotel.

At the bar a guy started

talking to her.

After a while they went to his room.

As he started to grab her,

she told him to take a shower first.

Once he was in the bathroom,

she'd grab his wallet and run off.

Easy money.

And so simple. Lilly developed

a feel for these guys.

One look was enough.

She learned how to approach them

and how to rip them off.

She bought tons of clothes, make-up

stuff and different wigs.

She perfectly changed her appearance,

so nobody could recognize her.

For a while she was doing fine.

She even put some money aside for

a training to become a make-up artist.

However one day she met

this guy, who...

What's the matter?

I'd like to freshen up.

Can I come in?

Did you fall asleep?

Oh, sh*t! Oh, no!

Don't do this to me!

Sh*t!

Pick up the phone, goddamn it!

- Emergency center.

- Hello... I've got an emergency case.

A girlfriend... a friend

slit her wrist.

- When was it?

- A few minutes ago.

- And where?

- In the bathtub.

- Has she lost a lot of blood?

- Does that matter?!

Has the woman lost a lot of blood?

Hello?

Here, drink it.

Come on.

Almost finished.

One more sip.

Did you have a nice dream?

- What a night.

- Headache?

That, too. How are you?

Don't know. Not too bad.

I'm tired and cold.

- Where are my clothes?

- In the washing machine.

- Why?

- Just because.

What time did we go to bed?

I can't remember.

I'm not sure, either.

Oh, that's a good idea.

- You fainted.

- Really?

You don't remember?

What's the last thing

you remember?

Water. I remember water.

You were taking a bath.

- Right.

- And then?

Then...

I must have passed out. You know,

I have low blood pressure.

I used to collapse

in smoky clubs.

First my nose would start bleeding

and then I'd black out.

Did my nose bleed?

- Where did I faint?

- In the bathroom.

You must have panicked, huh?

No.

Most people don't know how to

react in such a case.

I once saw a guy having an

epileptic fit in the subway.

Everybody just stared at him.

I put my purse between his teeth

and held him down.

A few minutes later he was fine,

but he couldn't remember a thing.

Their memory just fails. It can take

hours before they remember anything.

After a while their brain slowly puts

the pieces together, like a puzzle.

- What's the matter?

- Just looking at you.

- You're making me blush.

- Really?

Here's something worth staring at.

Look what I found in the bathroom.

My lucky charm!

Are you sure I didn't

have a nosebleed?

- Weird.

- What?

- I have a weird feeling.

- Like what?

I'm trying to remember something,

but I can't get to find it.

- Think of something else.

- Something else?

- Continue with the story.

- What story?

- Lilly's story.

- I'm too tired.

Come on.

Don't keep me begging.

I know where you left off...

- No.

- What's wrong?

- It's so hard...

- Lilly conned these guys...

I know.

So, Lilly conned these guys, but

she started working carelessly.

Sometimes she did three in a row:

one hotel guest by day

and two at night.

Then she suddenly disappeared.

She stopped to show up at her

hairdresser job, didn't pay the rent

and quit calling

her grandparents.

So they reported her missing.

But the cops couldn't find her.

It's not unusual. More than

But most turn up again eventually.

The rumor spread that Lilly went to

Morocco to look for her mom.

She was missing for a year.

One day some kids playing in

the woods found a girl's corpse.

The autopsy proved it was Lilly.

She'd been beaten with a heavy

object and raped with a knife.

Some psycho slit her p*ssy open.

The police reopened the case,

showed photos of Lilly on TV,

but to no avail.

They never caught her murderer.

- Unbelievable.

- What?

The story.

Why?

It could almost be true. But

you said you made it up...

- I didn't.

- Yes, you did.

Because you were being

annoying to me.

So all this really happened?

Possible. Who knows.

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