Paul and Leora are playing chess.
There is a polka dot mug on the table. Leora is wearing a Twiggy shirt. There is a picture of Audrey Hepburn beneath the television. Paul is wearing a striped polo. Leora plays with her hair. She is sitting on a green bean bag. It really seems like they are speaking Russian.
The video is lagging. I fear it is a result of all the questionable porn sites I've been visiting. I clear my internet history. The ironic part is that the sites I'm most worried about are the ones with Paul and Leora having sex on them.
The dog is asleep on the couch. The television program looks like CNN. Paul lounges. He and Leora are having a conversation which I can't understand. I should be asleep. It's past six thirty. Leora's panties are orange. Paul's underwear is striped. He accidentally kicks the dog and it growls. Their home is so clean. I've seen Leora clean it in her underwear. I've seen her masturbate. I've seen her suck Paul's dick. I've seen so much more sex than all of my ancestors combined.
I want Leora to start touching herself. I want her to insert Paul's king into her cooch. I want her to moan in high definition and real time. She is in a contemplative pose, studying the board, her fingers laced beneath her chin.
They keep laughing. I wonder if they think anyone is watching then right now. I wonder how many people are watching them. I wonder if they know how many.
They are on their phones and computers often. What are they doing? Are they talking to people? Do they have Twitter accounts? Do they speak any English? Do their family members know they are on constant cam?
Leora has slippers shaped like little white animals. She leans one way and then another. She looks at her leg and rubs her thigh. The game is probably half way through. Paul takes one of her pieces. They laugh. They might speak French.
Leora stares at Paul's face as he plans his next move. Her foot flutters anxiously. Paul moves a piece, doesn't take his fingers off it, and moves it back. Leora takes one of his pieces. I realize that I expect him to win. She is black.
The camera shuts off, telling me uninterrupted playback is for paying members only. If you like our project, consider becoming a paying member. I refresh the page and continue watching. Musette is asleep in the bed. It is dark in the apartment aside from the computer with the video and my phone which I'm writing this into.
The dog is asleep on the bed.
I think Paul has more of Leora's pieces than she has of his. Leora has a mug in front of her as well. I didn't notice it at first. It has stripes on it. Both her’s and Paul's are pastel colored.
I would watch this all day and night if I could.
Paul moves many pieces and then replaces them, not having lifted his grip. He takes another of her pieces. Putin is on the television. Has he ever seen this? I wouldn't imagine he has.
Leora takes one of Paul's pieces. She leans forward, puts her elbow on the table, and then rests her cheek on her fist.
Putin is on the screen again.
Leora moves her king. Paul plays with his nose. He puts her in check. She has to move the king again. How long will this go on?..
Leora takes one of Paul's pieces. She turns her head to watch the television. She rests her head on her hand again, but this time out of exhaustion. She's watching more television. It's past seven. Leora moves a bishop clear to the other side of the board. Paul puts her in check. She laughs, trying to wriggle out. She scratches her knee. Her king is all alone.
She rubs her chin. He's wiping her out. She can hardly move. There's a lot of back and forth. She doesn't give up. She clutches her knees. She only has one move. She rubs her elbow. The camera feed dies again. I reset it.
Paul is curled up in anxious excitement. He's taking all of her pieces. He keeps saying check in their language. Probably Russian. The dog is rolling around. There's a peasant woman screaming in television. Paul is wearing black socks. He puts her in check mate. She joins him on the couch.