s Sei pm: With three hours to get Monica. I start preparing dinner, I want to do it slowly, so that everything is perfect. Few appetizers to start, then pennette with zucchini flowers and shrimp and tiramisu for dessert. Lots of work! six and twenty, that's it, supper ready. The restaurant will bring me the order in two hours.
Nine. I light the candles. Chinese are opposite and are consumed at a dizzying pace. Also I play music, the 101 best love songs of all time. Would not need to hear them all, give me sleep and headache.
waiting impatiently in the fridge my main trick to seduce Monica, a bottle of "Berlucchi Cellarius Brut 2003." Well, my biggest asset besides my natural charm. Finally she comes
. I've been pondering all afternoon about the clothes they have decided to wear. A skirt? A mini-skirt? I open the door wearing my face nice guy, but I see leaves me speechless. Monica takes black military boots, a green camouflage pants with wide side pockets and a green tank top the Legion. I do not know whether to give two kisses or give the military salute.
phrases I had prepared a hundred great ice-breaker, but I do not remember any. I feel a little uncomfortable, candles, romantic music, wine, and it seems out of the film "Lieutenant O'Neil." I would like to make a hole in the ground, crawl in and disappear forever. Luckily
suddenly back to notice tingling, I announced that the evil will make an appearance. This time almost appreciate it, but I worry about what part of my anatomy used for their occurrences. Fully owned and uncontrolled approached me Monica, gently pushed against the wall and along my lips to yours. She does not resist. Ninety seconds of uninterrupted kiss. My personal record.
To be honest the only evil has controlled my actions during the first thirty, then was up to me. The ice is broken, has collapsed.
Now I feel more relaxed, Monica also. She gets rid of his boots with a look of relief and gets some indiscreet colored socks. Then, without prompting, removed the disc of romantic music in my player (thank goodness) and put a CD that had been hidden in a pants pocket. Quickly recognize notes "Not Ready To Make Nice" Dixie Chicks . Modern country, the good, which makes the hair stand on end.
I am surprised. What more will in the pockets? I'm not sure you want to know.
I have wanted another kiss, but I dare not.
decided to have dinner sitting on the floor, watching TV, like a picnic. Mr. Guido Berlucchi (the founder of the winery) would roll over in the grave if he knew that we are using plastic cups for their wine. Now that I think I'm not sure he's dead yet. In short, whatever.
During dinner we finished the bottle and, of course, we laugh a lot. Especially when Monica reveals to me that your underwear is also camouflage. Then none of the two can be contained and we burst out laughing. Finally the laughter
become intimacy, desire, sex. We do it three times! Well, two and a half. None in bed. Monica hates convention. And why take the opposite! We do like we always knew, no hurry, no pressure, no shame. With my ex-wife never got to be so comfortable with each other. This reflection almost scares me.
Now she sleeps at my side, your breathing is calm. But I do not get to sleep. I have thirty-two years and I only have five days before having to comply with the devil and give my soul. I know I'll never see Monica. Until next week will travel and then ... I wish I had agreed more days!
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