After "1000" sms ridiculous and funny, we agreed to meet for a drink. The idea was to pick up near his home and then flee to an unknown destination, where no one would have recognized me. The appointment time was vague, at around 21.30. After a mad rush on the highway, I arrived just before 22.00. I chose a nice CD to listen good music: Unplugged E ric Clapton.
arrived late ... but women were not to be expected?. smile, helmet in hand and low-rise jeans ... what the fuck is young, I look like her aunt, I look like her older sister! I leave the car and go toward him. Hug him for two seconds and whispered in his ear: "How nice to see you in the evening."
We climb into the car. He takes my hands in hers and told me: "Feel that cold hands" . That contact made me get a thrill. We had never touched before, I at least I had never touched before. A gesture that may seem so trivial, startled me. A simple touch of hands can be sensual, intriguing. That act so brazen, so instinctive on his part, but without any malice, I provoked a wave of tremors.
turned on the car, put my hands on the wheel and we walked along the road . Destination unknown. We talked and laughed. We laughed and talked. The car seemed to move by itself. ran the long, straight road, the car was running fast, and the sweet summer had already begun, next to him smiling. Forte the hand holding the steering wheel ... parevamo inside a song, in a film, it did not seem real. At that moment I touched even a sense of guilt, however I was not doing anything wrong right?
When the temperature went down from the machine said "cold", but I did not feel. I was fine. I did not want to be anywhere else if not there, there with him. We walked on the sidewalk clashes continued. We were moving along the roads of the country, paying no attention to the people who were around us. Past the local packed with screams and laughter and not even realize it. The only time he managed to hit our attention, was the scene of a girl out of my mind, against his own age. Jealousy?
After several "pools" in the narrow streets of the village, where we found a pub stop for a drink. We wanted to just stay a bit isolated, we wanted some privacy, so we decided to sit on benches outside. We were the only ... with that freezing cold! I settled in beside him. Time seemed motionless, moving only the people around us. We were in that dimension where the words flow like a river, where you just have to know you and you can say anything because as you know the other person will be a new thing. We told him many events experienced by children. I told him of my children of my work, he told me of his work. His dream is to one day open a hair salon: "Tata Hair Style"
car coming back. I wanted the evening never end, the next morning he had a football match and had to wake up early. The "child" was not to be late or the next morning would not make the field ... bleahhh! I hate football and I hate all those football snookered. The riaccompagnai the scooter. I am writing it a strange effect: accompany him to the scooter, I feel again his aunt.
car with music on, and not ended up to speak. Every now and then he said: "God is very late (00:30) I have to go home ... but I will not go!" . I do not say anything, I stood in silence, but I enjoyed the fact that he did not want to go home, he did not want andersen away from me.
"God is very late (01:00) I have to go at home ... but I do not want to go. "
"God is very late (01:30) I have to go home ... but I do not want to go."
"God is very late (02.00) I have to go home ... I do not want to go. "
At one point I turned away. I said " Okay, get out of this car and go to sleep! We are still, do nothing, leave everything as is ". He gently asked me " Not a pool? ". And for a brief moment our lips touched. Then of course all to sleep.
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