I shall not eat this morning, nor this evening, and on my lips I shall put neither rouge nor powder, so that her kiss will remain. I shall leave the shutters closed and I shall not open the door, lest the lingering memory be carried away by the wind.—Pierre Louÿs, Les Chansons de Bilitis, “Le passé qui survit”The big white bathroom was equipped with several kinds of showers. One was attached to the ceiling, another to the wall, a third and smaller one at the end of a long, flexible tube that could be held in the hand and bent in any direction. The two women stood beside each other under the crossed streams of water. Emmanuelle had drawn her hair up to the top of her head to protect it, and that made her look as tall as Bee.She told Bee that she was going to show her how to use the flexible shower. She took the tube in her right hand, put her left arm around Bee’s hips, and ordered her to spread her legs.Bee smiled and obeyed. Emmanuelle sent the warm jet slanting downward to Bee’s sex, then moved it closer, sometimes making it quiver slightly, sometimes giving it a spiral motion.
