You’re young, so give your best shot!”
She moved on top of me as if she was a huge, marvelous vagina trying to absorb me fully inside her. “And there would be one more small problem,” the technician added, and once he was convinced that everyone was watching him attentively, added, “My friend told me that if he ever had to ‘make’ an identity from scratch for a woman, the safest thing for her would be to get married and by changing her name after her husband’s name, all traces are lost.”
This time, everyone, including Helen, stared at me. Sometimes, but rarely, it would cross my mind that the real Helen might not look anything like Diane Kruger, but I told myself that since Paris kidnapped her and an entire war was fought over her, she couldn’t be too ugly after all.
