Nelly Page #2

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And life became even harder.

A literary revelation, here and in France,

the wildly talented young Qubcoise

spews her loathing...

- Stop!

- Wait, wait!

Her novel is a litany

strewn with rhetorical flourishes.

Stop, it's unbearable!

Why does it say you're 26 on the cover?

I'm ashamed.

I wanted to be published

before I turned 30.

You lied about your age?

I'm so ashamed.

You're amazing.

Your book's great.

Thanks.

You? You're not drinking?

I'm pregnant.

Bravo.

Thanks.

- Yes?

- Mathieu? It's me.

Hi, what time is ii in Montral?

Late.

Early, actually.

I can't sleep.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I'm happy to hear your voice.

Memo.

How's the book doing?

Incredibly well, as you know.

How well?

Let me repeat it:

We 're atop the fists in Quebec and France.

We've sold 30,000 copies.

We'll print a second run.

Is that good?

5,000 copies is a bestseller,

so 30,000 is better than good.

- You're sure?

- Yes, it's a hit.

I find it hard to believe.

We make a beautiful duo, babe!

He was happy, huh?

Disgustingly happy!

That fat filthy rich

f***ing shithole bastard.

One where's good, two's better!

Has fatso put on even more weight?

Probably. I try not

to look at those pigs.

Hand me my cash.

He always has you finish him.

No idea why. Count yourself lucky.

At least he's fast.

Exactly. You came, now beat it, man!

He insists on his full hour.

He's a businessman.

We put on a great show.

He keeps coming back.

You lick really well.

Yeah? I'm never sure what to do.

No, you're good. Your fingers, tongue.

Really not bad, no joke.

When I moaned it wasn't all an act.

Really?

If fatso wasn't there,

I think I'd come for real.

How 'bout another try?

Please, sweetie!

C Silly! In, ' I.

I! Was a new world. I was captivated.

In my captivity,

I suffered like a martyr.

Something inside me broke.

Something ripped in two

like a tree trunk split by lightning.

I swear that at that moment,

I heard I! Crack in pain.

After our session last week I walked home.

It was dusk.

A few streets from home

I saw a man laying bricks.

He was wearing a tanktop and work boots.

He was sweating.

His hair was filthy.

In fact, every inch of him was filthy.

I stopped beside him

and asked if he could take a short break

to f*** me in the alleyway

right there.

He looked a bit surprised

but did what I wanted.

Exactly.

He followed me to the alley.

He hardly spoke.

Neither did I.

He took me by the neck

and pressed my face

against the damp bricks.

He reached under my skin

and stuck his fingers in my p*ssy.

I was dripping wet.

His whole hand was wet.

He was rough.

He never let go of my neck.

He pinned me there.

But I wanted to be pinned down.

He took his cock out of his jeans.

I felt it hard against my ass.

He f***ed me,

fast and hard.

He smelled of sweat and wet cement,

a mixture of the two.

I could hear the sounds of the city.

Passers-by,

their banal conversation.

His cock pounded my p*ssy.

He moaned softly in my ear.

He came fast, on my thigh.

I felt perfect,

like in a daze.

I pulled up my panties and left.

I couldn't describe his face.

And what...

How do you feel about it?

I needed to belong to someone.

I belong to those who take me.

What are you doing?

I don't want to talk anymore.

Let's be reasonable, OK?

I want you so badly.

And so do you.

My wife's right outside.

I know.

No, stop it! Stop.

Pretty good waist.

Nice line of the hips.

Your ass is just as it should be.

The finest of the finest.

Your breasts are starting to sag a bit.

Legs, knees, belly...

No complaints.

You have everything you need

where you need it.

How have you been since last time?

Fine.

- You haven't changed jobs?

- No.

How many clients do you see?

10 or 20 a week.

You always use protection, no matter what?

- Yes.

- For oral sex too?

Yes?

Not always.

You've never been treated

for an STD?

Are you pregnant?

Noticed any changes in

your health recently?

Alright, let's examine you.

Put this on, I'll be back.

I prefer the biggest number.

The accumulation of clients,

professors,

doctors, psychoanalysis.

Each one has a specialty,

busying himself

with one part of me or another,

for the healthy development of the whole.

One man in my life would be dangerous;

Too much hatred in me for one head.

I need the planet,

the full range of humankind.

Since you didn't look a! Me,

I placed myself in your gaze.

Hello.

Thanks for agreeing to meet me.

My pleasure.

I'm a huge admirer.

Everyone at the magazine is.

Thank you.

A new novel,

you must be feeling the pressure.

Why'?

Sales, reviews, nominations for Europe's

most prestigious literary awards...

You must dream of repeating that.

I'd prefer to have won the awards.

People buy my novel for my face

on the front cover.

But do they read it?

I don't know.

That's rather dark.

I feel like it's son of a mess.

The mess is pan of my vision of the world.

What do you mean?

There are too many watching.

Reflecting back my beauty or my ugliness,

my talent or my stupidity.

I am lost,

knowing people think things about me

over which I have no control...

It's very upsetting.

It's pan of the mess.

And what do they think?

I don't know.

I don't want to know.

Maybe I shouldn't have exposed myself.

I think I don't like

being exposed, in fact.

Now I keep a low profile.

Success must have calmed you down?

I lost something with that book.

I have the impression

somethings been soiled.

I think it's starting to kick in.

I'm sorry.

Do you want to go on'?

What is your next novel about?

Mathieu?

What if my new book doesn't sell?

Don! Worry, it'll all g0 fine.

But if it doesn't, whafll we do?

Well, nothing. What can we do?

But if no one likes what I wrote?

I like it. I'm here.

I'll be there, I always will.

You won't abandon me?

Never.

And if the critics demolish me?

First, critics demolish books,

they don't demolish you.

You know it's the same thing.

L! Won'! Happen.

I can't breathe, Mathieu.

It's absolutely suffocating.

I missed you, Cynthia.

Memo.

You're really beautiful.

Thanks.

Am I your favorite john?

I think so. You're one of my best, yes.

Turn over, I want to take you from behind.

OK.

You're beautiful.

You're so beautiful!

I'll f*** you in the ass, OK?

No.

Come on, Cynthia.

I'll pay you extra.

I don't want to.

I'll give you $100 more.

OK.

Thank you.

I won't hurt you.

It's so good.

Tell me you like it.

Say it.

- Hello?

- Where are you?

At home.

What the f***? Your first client

was at 8. He's mad.

I'm sorry.

I think I want out.

Ge! Some rest.

I'M find a replacement

for you today.

OK, no. I'll come.

You sure?

Yeah.

I'd describe the beauty of the world

if! Could see it.

Write how faith and courage can overcome

the worst misfortunes.

Bu! I'm too busy dying.

We have to cut to the chase,

to what's killing me.

Good, it'll be simple. Come with me.

Maybe my mouth too.

I'd like a mouth with more punch.

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