When he arrived it was already dark. The door slammed behind him as he dragged his feet in the cold room . On the table he managed somehow to grab an old petrol lamp and struck a match he lit it making the ugliness of the place even gloomier. Dogs were barking and the sounds of late pedestrians who were rushing back from work came through the half-openned window , he drew the curtains and closed it on his way to the fire place. He took a bottle of rye and a glass from a closet next to it and pored himself a drink. As he swallowed it shivers run up and down his spine, his eyes glared and he instantly pricked his ears as he heard a knock on the door. He said " Who' s there ?" and a weak voice answered " Mary " . "Well come on in, what are you waiting for out there in the cold ?" ...the dark haired man replied . As she stepped in it was as if all of a sudden the hole scenery dramatically changed. The colours became smoother and even the sounds filtered in a sweet manner . He rose and with an elegant gesture offered her a chair. She hesitated a bit but finally she took it and relaxing started looking around as he moved towards the closet where he kept his liquor. " Gin or Bourbon ?" he asked and she nodded glancing with a smile at the bottle he already reached for. In a while they were drinking, poring one drink after the other .A small radio balancing on a low table by the bed provided them with some blues music. The fire place now was creating shadows all over the place and his hand rested on her thigh.A crystal clear laughter sounded like melody and they went on murmuring all night long till there voices became moans of passion.
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