The Great Unpacking Of Love
Part 9

Scene 4

Clara, Brigitte-Andromaque-Virtual Marguerite

Fantasy love is better than lived love

Not taking action is very exciting

Andy Warhol

02/19/2019 9:33 p.m.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Dearest Constance,

I don’t know what to think when I received your email. You completely baffle me. I want so much to hold you in my arms, to comfort you. My dear, you have beauty, but what lights up about you is your inner beauty. Your overflow of humanity that you like to sow everywhere. So sensitive to other people’s pain and completely blind to your own. Yes, Constance, you are worthy of being loved. You still have to accept it.

Are you really sure you don’t want to put on your parachute one last time?

Clara,

Don’t worry if I no longer respond to your emails, I’m going to South Asia for a fortnight. I will have no way of contacting you. All my thoughts fly to you.

Gauthier

05/03/2019 00:11

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Clara,

I just returned from South Asia barely two hours ago. Imagine that I missed our virtual exchanges terribly. Do you still agree to continue?

Gauthier

03/05/2019 05:37

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

My Oliver,

You are finally back from your yellow peril. I was longing for you. The wait to read you was difficult to bear for me.

Please know that I have no doubt about my desire to continue my correspondence with you. Are we going to be taken to the scaffold for some erotic epistolary flights? Is literary o****m included in the Penal Code, my dear Mellors?

It seems that your choice of destination for your vacation was far from trivial. Your friend and colleague, Olivier Lesage, told me that as a professional photographer, you cherished the desire to publish a book on the most beautiful colonial residences. It is true that their colorful facades, tastefully flowered and their lace balconies are worth the detour. Moreover, Marguerite spoke about it with delight, she who lived her entire childhood and part of her adolescence in French colonial Indochina at the time.

I k**s you tenderly,

Your Constance

03/05/2019 9:01 p.m.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

My beautiful Andromaque,

I wonder what you are like when you long for me? I would love to know. In any case, the fact that you are pining for me boosts my s*x appeal and, being the excellent psychologist that you are, you are sending me a positive caress. Decency does not allow me to tell you which part of my body dreams of receiving this gift.

Say Clara, enlighten me a little. When you talk about Marguerite, is it really Duras that you’re talking about? And you are referring to the book “Pain”.

06/03/2019 06:00

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Oliver,

So there, you disappoint me to the highest degree. How could you think for a single moment that I would mention “Pain”, I who avoid it like the plague? Me who inexorably seeks the positive in life to distance myself from the ghosts of my past. Don’t think that I missed you to the point of feeling extreme pain, let’s not exaggerate, my dear Oliver. However, I am indeed mentioning a novel by Marguerite Duras, but you are mistaken about the title. Look a little longer!

Tell me, when you call me Andromache, are you referring to the ancient or the Indian?

Your Lady

03/06/2019 06:11

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Clara,

What an uneducated person, what an idiot I am, how could I have thought for a single second that you do reference to “Pain”? One for you, zero for me on this one. I’m really confused. How did I not think for a single moment of “L’Amant” from which Jean-Jacques Annaud was inspired to make one hell of a s*x film? Film based on the true story of Marguerite Duras who discovered carnal and passionate love as a teenager in Indochina, in the arms of an aristocratic Chinese man much older than her.

As for Andromache, you are free, my dear, to choose between the angel or the demon.

But tell me, you still haven’t told me how you felt when you were pining for me. Let go, my dear, the crime will only be more beautiful.

I touch your lips with a gentle k**s.

Oliver

07/03/2019 07:53

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

My favorite gamekeeper,

Well seen, it was indeed “The Lover” of which Annaud in made a magnificent erotic film and not s*x as you claim. Besides, Rocco could well go and get dressed, next to Marguerite’s handsome exotic lover, all gentleness, all finesse and with a phantasmagorical butt.

Concerning Andromache, knowing you better and better, dear friend, I perceive in you a real taste for female domination. This is why I opt without hesitation for the Indian one.

You also ask me to let go without any shame, I am usually so reserved. I admit that your boldness pleases me very much and leads me to more and more originality in our epistolary antics. When I long for you, I dream of running my fingers through your long black curls. I imagine your silk-gloved hands on my body discovering my mountains and wonders, in search of the origin of the world. As male/female parity is in tune with the times, my mouth will eagerly take the paths of Fatima.

Failing to k**s you, I k**s you languidly and go straight away to my boudoir.

Your Andromaque

07/03/2019 10:35

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Clara, my beautiful lover,

Wow, you write really well, all in nuance with a predilection for metaphors . Your literary culture amazes me. Well done ! But let go even more my beautiful Andromache, let go.

Do you remember a time long ago when I sported a lion’s mane that made all the women roar with pleasure?

Oh yes, I completely forgot to tell you that my journalist friend is fully involved in your “Mistral Gagnant” project. She is interested and wants to meet Garri before her departure and will go there during her stay in Norway to write her article.

Gauthier

03/07/2019 10:40

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Mellors,

It seems to me that you are going a little quickly. I am far from being your lover.

Constance

07/03/2019 10:43

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Who spoke of a lover in the trivial sense of the term? Whatever you think, you are indeed my modern-day mistress, my platonic and chaste mistress of the technological world.

Oliver

03/07/2019 10:47

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Seen from this angle, in true false candor, I agree to be your lover.

If I understand correctly, dear Oliver, you really want me to let go, to sink into vulgarity. You want me to be your literary Brigitte Lahaie. Well, let’s go!

Dear Oliver,

My feverish hands on your body, your lips grabbing mine, my eager mouth searching for your p***s to offer you the most beautiful caresses, like a lollipop of ecstasy. I feel like your arousal barometer is ready to explode just like your c**k on fire. I will f**k you like a female dog, you my man-object. You seem to want big breasts, big asses à la Souchon. So turn on your Webcam and get your Kleenex ready… shit, shit, shit, I can’t do it. Vulgarity is really not my strong suit. Sorry, Gauthier, I advise you to find someone else for your hot blowjob from hell. Not my type at all!

Clara