Femme Fatale.

"I've come to worship at the altar of beauty." Rhoda winks at Carla.

"I thought you might be afraid to touch me." Carla says softly.

"Oh Carla. According to the laws of the land and the church, I am condemned ten times over before breakfast."

I shudder at that, but Carla giggles like a girl.

"I don't pretend to know the theology but isn't it sinful to have an affair with your lover's sister?" I ask Carla politely. "It should frighten you."

Carla looks as blankly at me as if I were speaking Hebrew.

"I won't let it frighten me," she says staunchly. "I've seen a saint's blood drawn from pigs, and holy water scooped up from a stream. I won't be frightened, not by anything." She flicks her eyes sideways in a fashion that makes even me, to catch my breath.

I have been watching her when she talks to her numerous lovers, and I've seen that every gesture, every inch of her is devoted to delighting them.

For only Carla has that deliciously self-conscious way of walking. She moves as if every man in the world is watching her. She walks as if she is irresistible. And such is the power of her conviction that every boy and girl does look at her and does find her irresistible.

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One petite bisexual girl, multiple lovers.
One heart to break, multiple to be shattered.

An occasionally true story!

EROTIC.

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