All In Mid-August

by Nunzia Castaldo

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  Trizia and Ross

  August 14, Sunday morning

  Trizia was near the swimming pool of sea water, but he saw that his usual bed was already occupied. Too bad, she thought, had not some book, but the closer she got, the more that was familiar curly tail hanging to the side of the neck on the shoulder stout. "Ross, you know that this is my couch?" She used to him on the plane, was not strong in the bar. Ross lifted. The mighty flexors and adductors move. He looked at her half-closed eyes dazzled by the sun. "Madam, Good day, what are you doing here?" He lowered her eyes and gaze clung to her beautiful legs elongated. "What are you doing!" "It's my day off, I'll take the sun is not it?" The eyes dragged by the wide hips and ample cleavage. "Ah, well," She pulled out the towel from his bag and in perfect line lay on the bed side. Mistake to give confidence to the cheeky boy that did not take away his eyes off her.

  "If you want it" Just do not get angry as the plane was also the customer of the spa park. "No, no" smeared with cream and looking from under glasses, the contours to stalk him. "No lesson today?" "Ah, you know I am an instructor?" He was shot next to her elbow resting on the support to the bust. "Eh" She enjoyed the sight of his chiseled abs. "It does not follow the lesson?" The lungs expanded air to show more. "I'd need" He provoked on purpose. He liked to have beautiful women in the classes, stimulated him to work. Trizia stretched out and there was a shadow on the decolletage with parasol. It was just that cheeky young, she thought. "There is also a gym with stationary bikes, benches, treadmills; I bet you do not even know where he is."

  "Quite right "Now she teased him with superiority and indifference." Then you have to see where; let's go" With a downturn also stood up and lifted her grabbing her wrists. "Ah, yes, yes, I'm coming!" He was convincing, might as well play the game. The gym looked out on a thermal pool shallow. It was not far from the bar. At that time there were many customers. She inhaled the pleasant aroma of coffee wafting through the air, but the smell of the cheese toast of the disturbing.

  Ross turned the key in the lock. They entered. She looked at the large mirror on the wall and took the opportunity to fix the swimsuit. He started the stereo and the rhythm of the music listed the benefits of the use of various tools. Then he stopped. "Ma'am, this however, you have to try, also has the frequency." She went boldly on the platform. Not even time to put over her foot, which was pushed back backwards. "Attention!" He grabbed her by shooting with feline while she stumbled in its own flip-flops.

  The shock of the day before struck again more intense and precise. Across the shoulders, back, groin. Something came to him this time because they would not let her go more. Sandwiched between the mighty arms, the hairy chest and strong against her soft and plentiful. Just a moment, and the soft cheek of him was laid on her, while the breath from the lips of Ross and repeated rhythm in his ear. The lucidity of both was not. It began: as lightning and thunder as rain and wind storm, as Mistral and meerschaum. "Sign, you are a marvel of nature." She sighed, the words were not necessary.

  Meanwhile Marco had arrived at the Triton and looked perplexed the two beds side by side occupied by towels. He recognized to Trizia. He looked at the pool, but did not see her. He sat down on the deck. Maybe it was soaked in a water spa. The still waited. He grew impatient. He stood up and looked around. Or was it at the bar. He walked. Trizia, out of the gym, the hair tawny decomposed as the straps of her suit, slipped rapidly into the locker room. Marco took time to see a red hair, he was not sure it was her. He went to the bar. Shortly after Ross was behind and to the left and then passed him without deigning to look. He went in the direction of the bar. Marco came and sat not far from him. He ordered a coffee. In the meantime looked at him sideways, if she turned towards him, greeted him. Instead, he was the assistant lifeguard Ross to greet with a hearty pat on the back. "Uhè, Rosalì ogg nu ' stavi libbero?" (Hey Ross today were not free?)

  "Eh!" He nodded his head. He prepared. The teasing was on the agenda between them. "Va' bbuò, then you were doing something entirely different, nu ' yes you extraordinary? " (Okay, so you did the extraordinary, you're amazing?) Was jealous of Ross, he, a dark and stocky little man, it was heavy work, his hands were rough and calloused. "What do you care, none of your " "You have na hot head , statt'accuort ' guagliù , risks," He urged . The Italian language was for conversations with customers. What they were saying among themselves, they preferred to make that clear as possible, and they succeeded very well. "What wilt ' to me? " (What do you want from me?) He was half-serious to the game as he pushed him away. "Uh, because you are touchy, do you think that you do not see?" Shook her hips.

  "Good Ross" satisfaction was laughing with open mouth. Meanwhile, Marco was too close not to hear. He understood little of what they said, but the tone of the two, was making up the blood to the head, ear lobes were of fire. "It comm'è , dimméllo , I think cold " ( and it is, tell me, it seems to me cold) is embraced by only crossed by chills. "Useless, that is nu volcano, Vesuvius in chains ò, you got mo " ( No, she is a volcano, Vesuvius in holds, do you understand now) he open palms of the hands turned and shook from the bottom up and then draw his features.

  "Now add to the collection of beautiful figurines" He laughed hoarsely. "Lower à voice!" Gesture as if to silence him with his hand. Marco, a step away from him, staring at him with eyes as sharp as a scalpel by three-quarters and ruminated at the speed of light: the clumsy explanation , fiery, Trizia and this, I do the court for a week, a frosty kiss. The view multiplicity among the fumes of jealousy and those who came up from the cup before boiling. How? He repeated, I have made them meet and dance together. And this has, you frieze of conquest? Seethed with anger as he said: "I've got it right?" Ross looked ready to attack if he had not understood the "none of your concern" included. Marco's anger was kindled more without a response. He hopped on her legs stiffened, his fists clenched directed toward the floor, but he knew that he would never get up. He raised his voice instead. The lifeguard will defile. "Moderate your tone!" said Ross and touched by controlling the strength of his biceps. Marco found himself leaning to the counter balance. Tourists went. Someone commented. It is impossible not to hear them from a distance. Trizia exit from the locker room, she recognized their voices, distinguished every syllable uttered by Marco. She went to them, and his gaze sharpened ice heading straight into that of Marco confused by the rancor. "Calm down, you check, you disappoint me" I pushed aside by grasping the arm strength to get it back on itself. Then he turned and slipped away quickly without looking back.

  The heat had melted away as suddenly happens to the marine tornadoes that load off of the headlands and scary even to look at them from the mainland, and then suddenly you download and disappear. Some die in a scary bang, without doing damage. Marco threw coins on the counter and walked out. The lifeguard informed that the personnel officer was coming, Ross stood there waiting for him.

  In the late afternoon, Trizia received a huge bundle of red and white roses. Marco sent. There was also a ticket. He invited her to go up with him in the mountains, to see the fireworks. The next day was August. He gave her a big hug with affection. She had not realized that it could be so jealous of her. She could understand his outburst, but his way of thinking. The holiday was now at the end, because they hold a grudge? Nobody always does what is right. He had to be driven by anger. Marco had chosen a very polite way of apologizing to her. She smelled the roses. Thirty-six fresh roses. For a long time did not receive roses. The gallant men were dying. She accepted his apology. She accepted his invitation.