The ground beneath her feet Salman Rushdie
flower and now she wanted him between her teeth, she had ordered him like a take-home meal and now she alarmed him by the ferocity of her appetites, because she began to feast upon him the moment the door of the limo was closed, before the chauffeur had time to raise the partition that gave the passengers their privacy.
Afterwards he, the chauffeur, spoke with reverence of her naked body, while the newspapermen plied him with tequila he whispered about her swarming and predatory nudity as if it were a miracle, who'd have thought she was way the wrong side of forty, I guess somebody upstairs wanted to keep her just the way she was.
I would have done anything for such a woman, the chauffeur moaned, I would have driven at two hundred kilometres an hour for her if it were speed she wanted, I would have crashed into a concrete wall for her if it had been her desire to die.
