murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"You know," she said, "I have this tremendously sensitive back. The
soft touch of fingers all over ... mmmmm." "I'll keep that in mind."
"Hey, why don't we go now and see a dirty film?" Midori suggested.
"A really filthy S&M one."
We went from the bar to an eel shop, and from there to one of
Shinjuku's most run-down adult cinemas to see a triple bill. It was the
only place we could find in the paper that was showing S&M stuff.
Inside, the cinema had some kind of indefinable smell. Our timing
was good: the S&M film was just starting as we took our seats. It was
the story of a secretary and her schoolgirl sister being kidnapped by a
bunch of men and subjected to sadistic tortures. The men made the
older one to do all kinds of awful things by threatening to rape the
sister, but soon the older sister is transformed into a raging masochist,
and the younger one gets really turned on from having to watch all the
contortions they put her through. It was such a gloomy, repetitive film,
I got bored after a while.
"If I were the younger sister, I wouldn't get worked up so easily," said
Midori. "I'd keep watching."
"I'm sure you would," I said.
"And anyway, don't you think her nipples are too dark for a schoolgirl
- a virgin?"
"Absolutely."
Midori's eyes were glued to the screen. I was impressed: anyone
watching a film with such fierce intensity was getting more than her
money's worth. She kept reporting her thoughts to me: "Oh my God,
will you look at that!" or "Three guys at once! They're going to tear
her apart!" or "I'd like to try that on somebody, Watanabe." I was
enjoying Midori a lot more than the film.
When the lights went up during the intermission, I realized there were
no other women in the place. One young man sitting near us -
probably a student - took one look at Midori and changed his seat to
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