Chapter 84

I should have been sensible enough to tell Picasso that having sex for almost a whole day would exhaust our strength. But who says I was capable? I just let him take me on his lap and take me to his bathtub. He turned on the light and the white tiles were illuminated. A long sink protruded through one of the walls, with a mirror long enough to see good centimeters of a whole body. I was impressed that the house on the outside was totally different from its interior.

Picasso sat me on the edge of the bathtub, turned on the taps and started throwing salts and liquid soap. He exaggerated and the foam became huge when the waters reached the limit below the edge and began to stir. Or maybe he intended to do that, because he settled down at the bottom of the bathtub and sat me on his lap soon after.

"What are you thinking about? "He asked in a curious tone.

"In this madness "I spoke when indicating us with a movement of hands. The two were too tired for another round of