so I said 'whore' again and again my hand flew out, and I saw her rosy skin red and her whole face be covered suddenly by a swarm of ants, tears welled up in her eyes, I watched closely, my eyes burning into her face, she didn't move, supported herself on the car, I had steel in my backbone again, she, savouring the lascivious recoil from the smack, skilfully crystallizing a complex system of gestures, her hair dishevelled, enjoyed, almost to the point of orgasm, the sensual drama of her own position, but none of that surprised me, after all I knew her well, the calibre of the thrashing didn't matter, she never had enough...