In such
times, Maurice is no longer in jail but in the hereafter, in a world of
warm and loving families.
"I spent fourteen years inside" - he confides - "My father says I am
lucky to have been shot. Maybe this way I will settle down. Maybe I
will have enough money not to work and only raise my children."
The offspring he has already had are held back by his women. The same
females who do not visit him and force him to stagger on the steep
hills of Haifa just to see his kids for an instant and give them gifts.
Maurice saves all his meager pay and uses it to buy his children
presents and himself more clothes.
"Some girls make advances in the cab on the way back to jail" - he
brags. "I tell them that I am doing time for burglaries and this turns
them on. When I returned from my last vacation I met one girl, she fell
for me, she asked me to sit next to her, she twisted her face like
this" - Maurice demonstrates a yielding, kiss-ready, feminine mouth.
He can't believe his luck: "She is so beautiful" - he moans longingly.
He thinks this can't be true, something must be wrong with the girl,
that this may be a trap. She must be married - he freaks. "We are so
miserable" - he sighs - "The minute we cross the gate, they go looking
for someone else.
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