Costica, come quickly. What are you doing whispering? I have bussiness with you. Ok, and? Come look for my G-spot. Why are your legs so wide open, wife, in the middle of the day? Look for it, Costică. What the hell have you got into yourself, what point, is there any Hungarian spray? Insert your finger and search. Well, how is it, hard, big, round, square, to know what the hell I'm looking for. You put your finger in, if I feel pleasure, it means it's there. It's an inner hole, I can't find anything. Keep looking. Should I bring my miner cap to have the right light? No, screw it. Punch two, three, the whole fist. Moan. There you go, I found it.
(Translated by Andreea Denisa Dinu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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