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&039;It&039;s because of the smell,&039; he said &039;It has a special cheh&039;

&039;And what can you s by the door to the roof, which was open (he avoided going out of his mirror-walled birdhouse, because he orried about snipers, or photographers, or avenging lightning from the heavens) Apart from a very faint whiff of exhaust fumes from the street, I couldn&039;t detect any s in the world up here,&039; he said with a frown

&039;Such as?&039;

He looked at h his nose

&039;That blouse of yours,&039; he said &039;Before you, it orn by a ne yptian lotus extract&039;

I sniffed

&039;Seriously?&039; I queried &039;I bought it in a second-hand shop, I liked the embroidered pattern&039;

He drew in another breath of air

&039;And what&039;s more, she diluted the extract with fake vodka There&039;s a lot of fusel oil&039;

&039;What are you saying?&039; I asked, nonplussed &039;I feel like taking the blouse off and throwing it awaySo what else can you smell?&039;

He turned towards the open door

&039;There&039;s a terrible s headache And there&039;s a smell of asphalt, rubber, tobacco s, coffee, popcorn, dust, paint, nail varnish, doughnuts, newsprintI could go on and on with the list&039;

&039;But don&039;t these sether?&039;

He shook his head in reply

&039;It&039;s more as if they&039;re layered over each other and contained in each other, like a letter in an envelope that&039;s lying in the pocket of a coat that&039;s hanging in a wardrobe, and so on The worst thing by far is that very often you find out lots of things you absolutely didn&039;t want to know For instance, they give you a docun, and you can tell that yesterday there was a sandith stale sala on it And that&039;s not all, the save you the document makes it clear that what it says in the document isn&039;t true

And so on&039;

&039;And why does this happen to you?&039;

&039;It&039;s just the usual lupine sense of smell It often stays with h But I suppose it saves me from lots of bad habits&039;

&039;For instance?&039;

&039;For instance, I can&039;t smoke hash And definitely not snort cocaine&039;

&039;Why?&039;

&039;Because from the first line I can tell howit up his ass on his way fro, I even kno many times that ass of his was&039;

&039;Don&039;t,&039; I interrupted &039;Don&039;t go on I&039;d already got the idea&039;

&039;And the worst thing is, I never knohen it&039;s suddenly going to overwhelraine&039;

&039;You poor thing,&039; I sighed &039;What a pain&039;

&039;Well, it&039;s not always a pain,&039; he said &039;There are sos about it I really enjoy For instance, I like the way you smell&039;

I was embarrassed A fox&039;s body really does have a very faint aroma, but people usually take it for perfume

&039;And what do I smell of?&039;

&039;I can&039;t really sayMountains,Flowers Deception But not a wily kind of deception,a joke I really love the way you smell I think I could breathe that s new in it&039;

&039;Well that&039;s nice,&039; I said &039;I felt very ahen you said that aboutin second-hand shops again&039;

&039;Don&039;t worry about it,&039; he said &039;But I would be grateful if you&039;d take it off&039;

&039;Is the s?&039;

&039;No, it&039;s very weak It&039;s just that I like you better without any blouse&039;

I thought for a moment and then pulled the blouse off overany bras today,&039; he laughed

&039;Right,&039; I said &039;I read that when a girl goes to see her youngis supposed to happenYou know, if she is ready for so to happenThen she doesn&039;t put one on It&039;s a kind of etiquette&039;

&039;Where did you read that?&039; he asked

&039;In Cos to ask you for a long time Do you mind that I have small breasts?&039;

&039;No, I really like that,&039; he said &039;I just want to go on and on kissing the with an effort, as if his jaere being cramped by a yawn That hat usually happened just before the transfor on kissing theot that far But then, his hot wolf&039;s tongueBut I won&039;t transgress the bounds of propriety, the reader understands perfectly ithout that

He barely had time to take ered the mysterious mechanis there in front ofasset was his instrument of love Every time I found it impossible to believe thatthat hammer of the witches

When he turned into a wolf, Alexander lost the ability to speak But he could understand everything he heard - although, of course, I had no guarantee that his wolfish understanding was the sa co the complex motions of the soul, but he could reply in the affirnified by a short, muffled roar:

&039;Gr-r-r!&039;

And he expressed thehalfway between a howl and a yawn

&039;Whoo-oo-oo!&039;

I found this &039;whoo-oo-oo&039; rather funny - it waswhines in the heat when its masters have locked it out on the balcony But I didn&039;t tell him about this observation of mine

His hands didn&039;t turn into wolf&039;s paws, they were more like the fantastic extremities of some movie Martian I found it impossible to believe those claere capable of tender touching, even though I knew it from my own experience

And so, when he set them on my bare stomach, as always, I felt a bit uneasy

&039;What do you want, beastling?&039; I asked &039;Shall I lie on my side?&039;

&039;Whoo-oo-oo!&039;

&039;On my tummy?&039;

&039;Whoo-oo-oo!&039;

&039;Kneel down?&039;

&039;Gr-r-r!&039;

&039;All right, only be careful, okay?&039;

&039;Gr-r-rrrrrr-r!&039;

I wasn&039;t entirely certain that last &039;grrrr&039; rrr&039;, but even so I did as he asked And I was immediately sorry: he took hold of o, you o,&039; I repeated plaintively

&039;Whoo-oo-oo!&039;

And then what I was most afraid of happened - he pulled h for me suddenly to remember the Sikh from the National hotel And when he jerked my tail a little more sharply, I felt so ashamed for the role I&039;d played in that man&039;s fate that I sobbed out loud

Alexander hadn&039;t deliberately pulled ently in fact But the blows of his hips pushedto rip my tail out of my body I tensed all h With every jerk my soul was inundated by waves of unbearable sha was that the shaled into a single whole with the pleasure I was getting froinable - truly beyond good and evil It was then that I finally understood the fatal abysses trodden by De Sade and Sacher-Masoch, who I had always thought absurdly pompous No, they weren&039;t absurd at all - they siht words to convey the true nature of their nightmares And I knehy - there were no such words in any huh my tears

&039;Whoo-oo-oo!&039;

But in heart I didn&039;t knohat I wanted - for hiasping for breath, &039;please!&039;

&039;Whoo-oo-oo!&039;

&039;Do you want to kill me?&039;

&039;Gr-r-r!&039;

I couldn&039;t hold back any longer and I started crying But they were tears of pleasure, ato be abandoned voluntarily I soon lost any idea of as happening - perhaps I even lost consciousness too The next ting I re down over me, already in his human form He looked perplexed