The Suicide Shop / Магазинчик Самоубийств

10

Night has fallen. In her room, Marilyn has undressed and, standing naked, she plays with the large square of white silk before her reflection in the panes of her window, which looks out onto the City of Forgotten Religions estate. People fall from the balconies of the Moses, Jesus, Zeus and Osiris towers like autumn drizzle.
Monsieur and Madame Tuvache's daughter makes the scarf fly around her. As the silk brushes her shoulders it provokes shivers that arch her back. She lets the pure fabric slide down her buttocks, catches it in front between her legs and throws it into the air above her. There, the white square spreads out like the gracious movement of a principal dancer. It floats down like a slow parachute onto her upturned face. Eyes closed, she breathes out and the silk floats up again. Marilyn catches a corner of it, which she winds around her belly, her hips, like the arm of a man holding her by the waist. Aaah ... the swish of the scarf rising further between her thighs and catching in her hairs. Aaah ... Marilyn, ordinarily stooped with drooping shoulders, straightens up. Aaah ... She arches more when Alan's gift, gathering momentum, rises up her chest and brushes her breasts of which, wrongly, she is ashamed. Their nipples harden, becoming erect. Her breasts are large and magnificent and, with fingers joined behind the nape of her neck, Marilyn is astonished to discover herself like this, reflected in her bedroom window, as the scarf falls back down. She catches it as it reaches her shapely calves, and bends forward. Her backside is splendid, broad beneath a waist that is only the tiniest bit fat. And the silk travels again, revealing to the mixed-up girl the unsuspected harmony of her body. She is the most beautiful girl in the whole district! Not a single girl in the City of Forgotten Religions estate can hold a candle to her. Her little brother's gift, better than a dream ... And the scarf continues its hypnotic, sensual dance across her quivering skin. Marilyn's eyelids lower in an expression of ecstasy unknown to her. But what else is she discovering? Is she becoming Monroe? She parts her lips, revealing a thin strand of ... deadly ... saliva.