Her mouth was curved with a sly smile. Her lips, the color of a ripe strawberry, were half open. I wanted to crush these lips with my own, to caress them, to bite them, to taste her scent.She was so straightforward, so bold that I suddenly wanted to win the bet with all my might. All I could think about at the time was to tear her clothes off and take her there, in front of all this people.Books that never end, an experimental way of writing.