Jicky so young, smooth, naked, like a baby, and all of a sudden that made me think of Lou and her black muff, thick and curly, and of the taste I had in my mouth when I bit it, a sweetish, salty taste, hot, and the smell of perfume from her thighs; ;and I again heard her screams in my ear.
Jicky, gazte-gazte, leun eta biluzik, ume bat bezala, eta, bapatean, horrek Lou eta bere ile zarpa beltz, gogor eta kizkurra oroiterazi zidan, eta ausikitzean sentitu nuen gustua, gustu gozo eta gazi samarra, eta beroa, izterren perfumearen usaiarekin, eta bere garrasiak berriz aditu nituen belarrietan.