Very happy to have gotten my revenge, I go back home. My friends catch up with me in front of the elevator and ask me how I could have known. I tell them more or less the truth, without saying that I often saw Pierrot with good heart. - OK guys, they screwed me over. - Why didn't you say anything? - I was ashamed and afraid of them! - The bastards! - Did you talk about it with your parents? - Would you say that you got screwed over? - Yeah, you're right! They force me to explain more. I give them more details, without saying that I was okay if it was just Pierrot. In tears: - Anyone, but not Jesus. And I wanted to get revenge without knowing how. One of them grabs me by the shoulder. - You should have told us. Imagine if they had done it to someone else. - You're not dead, that's what counts! - Jesus fucked me, damn it! - It's not your fault! Try to forget. - It's okay! Now you're not a virgin anymore! - Asshole! Do you want to lose your virginity like him? - No! It's okay, it's old now. It's better to laugh! I wipe my tears. - Do you want me to lose your virginity? - With your ass, yeah. - Go fuck yourself. - I'm still a virgin on this side. - Shut up, asshole. You wouldn't laugh if you were him. - No, but it's okay! It's old. You have to forget. A few days later. - Riton, can I ask you a question? - What? - Now that you've been fucked, I can lose my virginity on your ass. - Go fuck yourself. - No, not on this side! - Go jerk off! - I know how to do that. But I've never fucked an ass. - your cousin, what's the point? - I have an ass already open next to me! - 20 francs! - phew! I can't afford it! - so keep jerking off. - you're disgusting! I thought I was your boyfriend! - my boyfriend, not my man! He was just joking. But. A few days later, I find myself at his place. We're watching TV, sitting on the couch. - Riton, can I ask you a question? - what? - if it wasn't Jesus, what would you have done? - not the same rage! I swear I would have preferred a dog. - I'm not a dog! - what's the connection? He puts several coins on the coffee table. - there's exactly 20 francs!- What's that for? A little embarrassed,- do you remember, you said that if I wanted to fuck you, it's 20 francs! - oh are you serious? He blushes. - but no, I'm joking. I wonder if he's really joking. A few minutes later. - you're old, when are they coming back? - in an hour, an hour and a quarter. - phew! We have time! - time for what? - listen! I like you! So it's 5 francs a minute. - a minute for what? I put my hand on his fly and I feel that he's ready before he has time to push me away. - this stays between us? - for what? - you want to fuck me? He thinks for a long time. - yeah! - but this stays between us? - swear! His eyes shine. He's not lying. - have you never fucked? - no! - you're not kidding! Th ...

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