When Zeno finally landed himself a girlfriend, he soon learned she liked to take things slow. It was three dates before they held hands; months before she let him kiss her with his mouth open.
She seemed to like it all well enough, but he was never entirely sure they had the same goal in mind. Eventually, he got to feel her up . . . over her blouse and then under. A little surreptitious grinding, then onto third base . . . but again with the over and under… then finer and finer progressions, over the next three years . . .
. . . until Zeno finally just got lucky.
La Promenade by Marc Chagall, 1918.
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