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| Luca8 was waiting for me on the Bellagio wharf. Not exactly handsome was he. But how appealing those sandpapered cheeks! We easily recognized each other. Fashionably bald-headed, dark grey suited and shirted, squarepoints shoed. Perfect the meeting set. Missing was only a Francis Lai-like music. "Nata?" he told with resolute voice. "And you are Luke, I suppose." I answered. The same bullshit, as usual. Glissons. So many nice lines, even if fastly written, emailed between us. How many stupidities they seem to me now. And I who believed in them, one more time. Like all the others before. He liked me for obscene acts. Nothing more. It was my amatory creativity that had fascinated him. The peak one week ago. We were in Yahoo! Messenger when he got completly conquered. I had sat on him to let me be penetrated by his throbbing tool which I had before cherished in a thousand ways. After that megacybercopulation, he had required a physical meeting. I could resist to 7 suaver and suaver emails. After his eigth email, I accepted for the sake of his nick and trusting his promises. On my terms, however. That part of me I always hope to have buried forever had won. Romance...you may remember this, a kiss is still a kiss...dansons joue contre joue... So my folie a deux far-from-the-madding crowd proposal had been easily accepted. Commonplace after commonplace. The boat is now in front of Cernobbio. I cannot help remembering how many women were avenged here by countess Pia Bellentani many years ago... |
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| In a few minutes, we will arrive in Como. Before reaching the railroad station, I could quickly eat something. The first hours with Luca8 were OK. Nothing new, of course. We just behaved as new lovers being in a most suitable place. Again, commonplace I would now say. The plain Milan suburbs would have been more original if that could matter. Of southern Italian origin, he was born in Milan. He is married and has a few years old daughter. He is University gradutate and works in the New Economy field. Now he is very busy installing Trading On line tech supports in a big bank. His marriage seems to be a happy one. With his wife he does not however perform certain sexual acts. An old story this. We were light-hearted and talkative, duties and conventions free. We did not give a damn if we behaved in deja vu style. The more so that it is only too difficult not to fall in Love Story or Last Tango. Then our walk in Villa Melzi park and the foul deed. How dreadful! Let's forget, the boat is docking in Como... |
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