the beheadables 3/3
it takes only a moth landing, the touch of an insect’s antenna, the breath of a feather, the stroke of one hair on the right place, at the right time. pleasure is an exact science, but no one knows it yet.
tomorrow in gym class they’re going to the swimming-pool. the teacher will gently ask to have a word with him at the end of the session and he will smirk and go, no, its not what you think, while all his friends eye one another question marks in irises.