“Your tongue on my vagina?” she queried.

He chuckled, but kept staring at the drawings for a bit until he answered:

“Too vulgaire. I’d enjoy it, but it’s hardly art, although you may perceive it as such. How about we take a walk?”

The elder couple, offended by their open dialogue, had already fled the room. Drawings by Chéri Hérouard were the only witnesses left to their exploration of bodies and borders. The breath down her neck was just a distraction while his fingers skillfully unclipped her belt while they waited in queue for the wardrobe. She swiftly turned around and brought her lips close to his…

“You wish, boy.” she spoke softly.

He had never known a more seductive devil than she. Gay as she was, their play was forever. The best engineer any aviator could wish for. A desirable woman, yet forever out of reach.

“Ask me a question.” Exupery told her.

“We don’t ask questions. We live what comes our way.” She replied, while waving down a taxi coming up on the misty streets. “Questions are for the insecure. For those who don’t know what this world about. Questions about are for the weak. Get some sleep and focus on fixing that tail tomorrow.”

As she got in the Ford Fordor which was to drive her down south, Exupery stood there - the lantern lighter just brightening up the street across - that moment tapping on his shoulder, never satisfied. Always more to explore.

“Are we happy with where we are?”
“Are we full of wonder, enthusiasm or skepticism?”
“Are we at the top of the foodchain or are we leaders?”
“Are we at the bottom of the foodchain and hiding or are we finding our way up?”

“Are we, or are we not?” Exupery wondered aloud.

A slight shove pushed him aside and Exupery was put to his place.

“Whatever you are. You are in my way.¨ The lantern lighter said.