The Church in Garches(IP)

I knocked on my girlfriend's door, late as usual.
She opened it, looked at me and then slapped me in the face.
I turned and walked down the stairs, leaving her screaming.
I was about to drive off when I saw her running towards me, crying, begging me not to leave. She stood in front of the Rover's shark-toothed front-end and looked at me throught the screen.
She got in and said she's do anything for me, pleading to suck my cock.
She had been right to slap me; I looked terrible from a night of debauchery. The party hadn't made any money and all I had was a bag full of ecstacy pills.
We were meant to drive down south earlier that morning; she to her parents' villa in St Tropez, me to a friend's place in Antibes, after which I'd pick her up and slum it together around the coast for a while.
I said nothing in the car, watching the acid snake its colourful way through my brain.
Valerie clung onto my arm.
'At least take me for a coffee,' she said.
I fancied a beer so I started the car and cruised down to Garches.
We sat in the square and ordered drinks.
She told me I was a fool so I walked back to the car.
I locked the doors and was about to drive off when Valerie jumped onto the bonnet.
'I'm not moving,' she said through the windscreen.
Beaten again, I switched the engine off.
Parked outside the entrance of the church, the large ornate doors still open, I could hear the singing voices within. Desperately tired, I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, it was maybe three hours later. The square was empty. I could see a cat sat on the roof of an old car outside a closed shop. Valerie was peering in at me from the bonnet.
'Ca va maintenant?' she asked.
'Oui,' I replied with a doleful smile.
I felt so sad for her.
What did she want with me anyway? All I gave her was hassle and worry.
'The people from the church wanted to call the police but I told them you were ill. They're such bastards!' she said when she got in the car.
But why was she so good to me?
One time in the Marais, I'd parked badly late for a meeting to test some new bottled beer at a bar. The police were called and they tested my breath.
I was over the limit, so Valerie volunteered to give the copper a blow-job in the back of his van to get me off.
'Why do you bother with me, Valerie?'
She snuggled herself into my side and looked up.
'Can we go now?' she asked.
'Come on then. We'll be there by midnight.'

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