Retrospective... (Part 3)

We are the Richi and I sitting in these special latex seats and the girls are already entering, the light descends to almost darkness and the red and blue colors are noticed, there is a catwalk that ends in a circle with a bar to dance, the first girl comes, she walks slowly, she has blonde hair (the first blonde who is not stupid, the others are fast to come) she wears blue suspenders and a very tight yellow short, she starts to turn around on the bar and stares at me, she turns and now the bar is between her buttocks, she moves slowly and starts to go down, she moves her tongue slowly, and keeps going down until she gently touches the floor and after lying down she starts to raise and lower her buttocks which are perfectly noticeable, it shows how well she does it, she suddenly stands up, takes the shawl (red if she had it), breaks, turns and takes off me (a hat if she brought it) barely the sigh, now she takes off her bra, which remains as a stain caressed by the phosphorescence, I stare at the shadow and remember my Vanessa, what will become of her, helping the helpless of the war, poor thing she will barely have enough to eat, and I only have eyes for her, I... I almost get lost when they show their tits, round and immaculate, me in the catechesis, taking out my boogers when I was a child, children, sin is only paid with death, everyone makes the sign of the cross, I have a terrible fear, it is something contagious, it goes up my legs and I start sweating profusely, I wear the typical shorts, shirt and Irish cap, the cold is intense, I have not had breakfast and mother is praying with her eyes closed, nothing can make her open them until she finishes with every stone of the rosary... bless the food, give us the bread our ............ for ours is the kingdom (the words drift away as if in another dimension)............. Padre, por qué si Dios nos hizo a su semejanza y todo lo que hizo es bueno, tenemos que llevar ropa, padre que es el sexo, padre que es la transmigración de las almas, padre qué le pasa se siente usted bien, mamá mamá corre corre corre corre corre corre corre corre corre corre corre corre……….. but she still has some stones left, I wonder if God forgives me now after so many years and at this moment that the most beautiful girl that dollars a hundred can buy, everything is taken away and then it is hell, it is the consecration, it is the torment, the sufferings bearable for this woman, the best five hundred dollars invested in life, the Richi is no more, he has gone (to the other dimension, for the amphetamines: Dictates those substances that speed up your P after tracing a point X in a 69 degrees Celsius AnG ulo) is nymph or whatever her name is she loves me (she told me so) and I come back with my theory (I'm a horse, no, not that one, the one about seriously I just want to leave) she tells me so when I throw her the fifty dollar bills, then she sits on my legs and the music (previously imperceptible to me) changes, she now moves like the enchanted snakes and then I touch her skin, I touch so deep that nothing is meaningful anymore, nothing will be like in the beginning, women in their phase A.