The conditions are ripe for producing my homework short story

Nora The Polygamous Woman

-I have two and a half hours until I go to fetch my son from his friend David.
-My boyfriend is away until Wednesday.
-I have to finish two articles for Monday, and to read 100 pages for Linguistics.
-The porter comes only in the afternoon to her shift and we can't gossip because over the weekend she is also the operator and most of what we say gets interrupted in the middle. Sometimes on Sundays there are even 3,000 calls.
-Gondola, my distinguished colleague in creative writing, signals he just got from me my second stimulating letter.
Knowing he busily writes there, makes me more productive.
-The guys play computer games around here loosing their precious time, unlike me.
-I feel like I have an audience when I write in this place.
-This is a rough draft.

I Will Always Love You*

1. About Going To Cinema. Greenaway's influence on preludic conversation. French influence on preludic conversation.

For the last month their lovers' habits changed. Before, Nora was happy with coming to his place, watching him cooking his spaghetti and carefully bringing the plates to the table as if she was a Turkish pasha. Then some conversation always with careful turns not to irritate him while he sipped his bottles of red wine. If he got irritated he turned red and started to argue in a voice pitch not encouraging a raise of libido. Or, he looked out of the window mute and she went on with showering, brushing her teeth and getting into the bed, trying to guess if he would start to caress her, or she. Many times she got irritated because he repeatedly explained to her that he couln't belong to one person because he was not an object, and the emotions came from different people in different ways. This was hard to swallow for Nora. Even paralyzing. But somehow, through wind and sun, they reached their third year of togetherness and she was thinking tenderly about him also because of this, sometimes.
Lately they were going out to watch movies. At the beginning he was negative about going to the cinema and always asked for seats next to the entrance, so that they could leave quietly if bored. Then, after they watched at his suggestion a porno video and to her oripilation she was excited - besides being higly disgusted and managing to keep an intellectual, ironic facade - excited to the point that she came in a matter of one minute, which didn't happen lately; she thought for a week and took him to art films which as any quality art product was due to have highly esthetic love making shots, purely artistical and not that mechanic, porno trash he imposed on her. So they saw The Pillow Book and they discussed why the woman in the movie began to write in a peculiar way by drawing Chinese letters on living human bodies, and why she didn't want to share her bi-sexual French young lover with her homosexual publisher, who had also fucked her father a long time ago, and why she felt so humiliated, and why after the publisher un-skined her dead lover who died in a Romeo and Juliet style sleeping pills ingurgitation, why she made the publisher kill himself by sending him her books written on naked men. He, let's call him Phil - to involve our on line creative writing readership more - he said that the Chinese girl killed the publisher. Nora - who actually hated her lover, but couldn't escape his charm and willingness to be her guinea pig for her literary experiments aiming at finding her own voice - she is a bit deaf, that's why it takes her more time than to other budding wanna be writers like the illustrious Gondolanos de Bimba - said, "No! She didn't kill him in the least, she just speeded up the process of re-union with the possessor of the un-skinned skin in the happy lands. And actually what was she thinking she was doing? She said the publisher must be punished because he penetrated her father's and lover's asses and she said they didn't like it. And what if they did like it?"
Actually Nora is just humoring Phil whom, we have to say at this point, is an undercover bi-sexual. He tries to persuade her repeatedly to have anal sex, which Nora refuses as being a disgraceful and painful style. Nevertheless, why ruin a lovemaking night by making unpleasant remarks before getting laid? So Phil was now smiling, rStellaxed and he did with her what Sergio from the short story with the same title by

the
Losta Sican young writer
Gondolas ArStellanelinalitosurimanapilitisiusiromatalin Katelouslav Ourustellinikatelos
we will refer to him for the sake of space as
Goons

did with the young prostitute which he took an immediate liking to and we were not told what they did, so why should we say what this other couple did?! Don't we know all? Don't we always skip the love making scenes in novels and get to the point: what is the American policy concerning beavers? So we skip love making, and just for analyzing these Eastern European characters we go on with reporting their movie going.
They went to a French movie in which a prostitute, innocent and goodhearted, takes in a homeless guy who makes her have a revStellation** through back penetration in the position called 'the bitch' and she asks him to be his pimp which he accepts, washes, dresses smartly, and when their financial situation blooms he goes about town meeting other women. The end is not important, for when he gets into prison our couple left the cinema and went straight home and tried to repeat the above mentioned position. No revStellation was provoked except that Nora remembered how similar her marital bliss was with that of the sexual worker who, after her sad experience with the cheat pimp, turned into an un-paid sexual worker, that is a wife. Nora recalled that her husband was as helpless as this young Frenchman of a husband who couldn't find work and was far from the protective provider type Eastern European women are taught to look for in a husband. What I wanted to say is that Nora remembered that, not in the least troubled, how during her marriage she twice fantasized other men.
One was the first American she had ever met. He told her he was a fan and his shirt was temperature proofed and his smile was up to his ears. He didn't go to bed with her because he said he cared about her husband too much. But he went to bed with Nora's girlfriend who kept on telling her how caring he was and bought him a watch as a birthday present.
The other one she was attracted to was her boss on the building site who one day after much flirtation came to work in an elegant suit and gray long coat, with a white silk shawl . He was washing his black shoes in a rain pound. He asked Nora to run away into the large world with him, but she told him he should watch his glasses which might fall into the pound. One night they stayed at a fire light and consummated their romance, better said trying hard to, because it proved their dimensions didn't want to cooperate. That is to say she was small and he was big, not that she was big and he was small. Different people have different problems, dear reader. Then another day she better looked at him when his hat was not on and she saw a meat excrescence like a cauliflower on the top of his head, hidden in the hair. She couldn't believe it was real but she had to face it and somehow the romance faded.
Why did she remember all this? Because she started to think that she actually envied her boyfriend for having the emotional availability for more than one person at a time. Or maybe because she admired him for being more sincere with himself than she was.
With the last film they went to, this thought fully emerged. The film was about French couples. About some men who were going out with several women, then about a woman going out with a man, but living with another one, then a painter who met a woman on the street he felt was the love of his life and managed to talk to her for ten minutes, but she was married and was just a passer by...
At the dinner that followed this movie Nora gave a speech most unusual for her usually permanent considerate care of building up sexual tension. She told Phil loudly about past loves after her marriage break and until she met him [TO BE PROVIDED UPON TUTORIAL REQUEST]*** and though Phil's face was obviously growing longer and longer and his comments showed annoyance and uneasiness, she went on and on getting back to her childhood and told him she was in love when three year old, [TBPUTR] and saw a mature rooster at four, [TBPUTR] and had sort of a group sex at about the same age, [TBPUTR] and made love for the first time at three [TBPUTR]. And that all this bullshit about children's innocence had to be shattered and she would write about it.
"You just invent it," he said while taking the plates to the sink. "As you invented your 18 year old gang rape."
She was surprised by his reaction. She thought this was how he wanted her to speak for so many years, and now that she made the progress at last he worked so much upon, he shut her down, by saying she invented it!
Oh! Lord! The path towards truth is windy.

Footnotes:

*This section is strictly forbidden for Future Kids of Losta Sica! It deals with porno 's influence on East Europeans budding females (one has to keep in mind that a budding East European female can be of 35 because as you all know, due to the horrible communist regime this region is backwards with at least 100 years. But to our surprise it catches up fast! People started to talk about G-spots and anal sex.)
**This is Emma: "?Is this intended?" No, but life and computer absurdity is unavoidable. It's my Hitchcock folie of having my secret signature in my works.
***[TBPUTR] Means the author will write these sensitive parts in an ironic-grotesque key over the next week and you will get it willy-nilly.
****Needless to say, all spelling mistakes are due to the defective keyboard