Berlin, January 3, 1996

Since most of my pain is gone and my bruises are violet and black by now I will meet Albert at 9 am tomorrow to dance. It is evening here by now and I made some lemonade and listen to Talk to America reflecting on a long term future with expert futurist. What do you think about the future??? Joe Coat is special guest...What is the biggest change? what a dumb question and a dumber answer saying nothing...steady problem bla bla commercially socially economically peace security and so on. Basically how will business change the future. OK uninteresting, how about violent femmes instead. XTC? No pain for cakes, throwing muses around. She is calling. She calls at least twice a day.

Once she entered the room, this woman in black white and gold, who's name we still don't know, she slowly and controlled puts her black and gold letter sized handbag down and pulls off her white leather gloves. The DJ dressed in a very tight dress is coming in and excuses herself for being late. She announces the first tango hoping that no one remains seated. It is called Jealousy. She remains seated until Stephan who is a very penetrant insecure unattractive guy tries to ask her to dance. She ignores him until it is impossible and as she wants to dance too, she just condescendingly gets up with a painful smile agonizing her lips very much to the amusement of the audience who was watching S. spreading his arms wide open trying to show her his naive interest to dance with her. He grasps her hands from high up as if he would pick them out of the blue and gets caught and disappears in her voluminous cape, that she didn't even bother to take off. He completely spoils it up when he leads her into a pirouette which jams her with another couple and her hat rolls onto the floor. The philistine quarreler A. is picking it up roughly cleaning off the dust and punishes perplex guilty feeling S. with a mean damaging look. She gives S a killing furious look while she puts her hat back on her head like a just lot crown missing an edge now. The whole evening she'll give him nasty evil looks so his only possibility is to drown his embarrassment in a tremendous amount of alcohol. It gets quiet for some seconds when Becklebeck is entering the room greeting his old friend Alfonse. She is watching him walking by as if he could be the savior of the evening. Indeed he doesn't look bad and is not as old as all the others. So not really spare with her tricks she leads in temptation by a simple slip of her coat exposing her cold naked shoulder testing in the side effect in his face controlling it through her mirror which she uses as a rearview mirror watching his reaction. He doesn't really jump on it so as if it was fun she eliminates his disinterest by slipping her coat a little further showing him a small piece of skin, her most sensitive part between garder belt and stocking. Now she has him, of course she is completely bored by the precalculated result and enjoys the boredom while spreading some lipstick on her dark red lips and rearranging her cape covering her naked thigh and garder strap again. The next song gets to be announced, "my old watch" which makes her demonstratively look away in the other direction, tenderly touching her face. She knows now that he'll come which she excepts with disinterest. He touches her which makes her quickly turn around, now they start to act within the music. He asks her to dance by pointing with his right hand towards the dance floor. As if she wanted to suggest what do you want from me boy, this is too classical, she looks away, slightly pleased by his left hand grabbing her naked shoulder lustfully, sliding down to her hand and pulling her from the chair which makes her getting up leaning backwards. Once the theme of the music changes she walks quickly towards him and away looking into his eyes playing with her long red nails and fingers accompanying the rhythm of the music, playing with the rich amount of fabric surrounding voluminous her body. A pirouette makes him approaching her and he takes her from behind leaning her body towards his for the tenth of a second until she kicks her right leg and frees herself with two pirouettes, her eyes still sticking with his slowly moving away by 4 steps backwards and turning with the next escalation of the music, presenting herself lustfully to the air. He grabs her hand and pulls her towards him leading her into a short butterfly walk ending with a kick into a Boleo which makes her turn and she puts her right foot next to his so he can push it and lead her into a pirouette that turns her into his arms, where she rests with a smile for a second and the gets up and again towards the middle with the next beat of the music. Once the piano is entering again he reaches her dancing a Caré in perfect harmony which ends with them standing across from each other, leaning both backwards flirting with their eyes. The next stroke makes them clasping together hooking each others legs. she leans back again and leans backwards slowly sliding out of his hand like sand between his fingers. She moves around him honoring his ass with an appetited look and rolls along his shoulder provoking him sexually with her nails and turning five pirouettes around him. He grabs her again under the arms and whirls her around seven times while she is stretching and bending her legs landing with two steps breaking the speed and with a last glance she leaves him, almost as if she wanted to say, that it was nice boy but more you won't get unless you really fight for it. he remains on the dance floor while she is throwing a flirtatious glance to her neighbor showing off after this dance. Of course he answers it with deep admiration which makes her feel bored again immediately. As soon as she turns around again Becklebeck is busy with another girl, Babsi the girl with the false eyelashes and the red lacquer dress. A truly questionable creature who will soon end up in the restrooms with him, loudly enjoying her adventure hearable to everybody. what comes after will follow in the next letter.