A lolita sulista

que foi parar ao “índex” , à custa de umas lambidelas de gelados e outras criancices perversas


You told lies to my daddy in order to get me.


- Get you? l ain't got you yet
- And you ain't about to either. l don't want to be with a man who'd make me live without furniture.
- Honey...


You make me think of cotton. No... No fabric or cloth...not even satin or silk...no kind of fibre,not even a cotton fibre...has the absolute delicacy of your skin.


- Should l say thanks, or something?


- Just smile.
You've got an attractive smile...And dimples...Oh, yes, you do. Smile, Mrs. Meighan


- Please, don't touch me,l don't like to be touched.
Mr. Vacarro...
- Yes?
- l think l'll go and make us some lemonade.
- Why do you giggle, then?
- Because l'm ticklish.
- Ticklish?
- Don't be so skittish.


-My head is fuzzy.
- Fuzzy?


Fuzzy and buzzy...
-But you said Archie Lee waited?
-Yes, after the wedding
-For what?
-For me to be ready for marriage
-How long did he have to wait?
-Oh, he's still waiting


-We had an agreement. l told him that on my 20 th birthday,l'd be ready
- That's tomorrow


And, will you be ready?


- Well, that all depends
- What on?
- Whether or not the furniture comes back


ls that what they call a Mona Lisa smile you've got on your puss?


We've got nothing to do,but wait for tomorrow


And see if we're remembered...


or forgotten