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THE AMERASIAN
Aren't you concerned that you will
be unhappy... and poor?

THE GIRL
No. Because I love you, I can do
anything.

The girl buries her head in the broad, strong chest of the Amerasian.
He slowly lowers himself to the ground and pulls her down with him. He
kisses her lips passionately.

The rain continues unabated outside. The wind howls over the

treetops. Inside the grotto, the two lovers share everything: their
bodies, their blood, and their souls. They grasp each other and writhe
around as if trying to stay afloat as their passion carries them far away.
They do not need or care for anything else. All worries, difficulties, and

calculations are swept aside. The small, unadorned grotto has become
a heavenly sanctuary. Within it, black skin and white skin, innocence
and lust, love and pleasure, taking and giving, all blend to create a
mysteriously powerful brew that sets the lovers aflame. The fire of their
love brightens the grotto, the sky, and the earth as the rainstorm
continues to howl unabated outside.