"If Giotto has succeeded there, to kiss a human, because I should not make her/it me?" I wondered me" now it is after all as if I were a man. However I have never had relationships with the women, if it is excepted the time that I stuck me to the leg of the postina from pup. but that was only to demonstration of affection and her The didn'ts even like it, only that to beautiful bone had given me. We hope that Italo if I/you/he/she don't pick her/it up as, I would be sorry. But despite what it says, if I don't do him/it me him courage will never find him/it. In every case to kiss a woman won't be at all the end of the world, and then to the limit I can always close the eyes and to think about some boxerinas. It will be better however to loosen some the inhibiting brakes, he/she is never known". The thoughts.
I went me to the mobile cafe and I spilled me a generous dose of vodka, and shortly after another. After some, even if as that was not good that had drunk together with Giotto, I started to feel me more relaxed. A formula that allowed me to always see Italo to be able him/it tender of eye recited. In the case in which, taken by the jealousy, you/he/she had started to behave him from true ghost with so much of trailing of chains, sheets that fly, puffs of icy air and quant'altro, would have reduced him/it to the impotence. I tore the most interesting pages of the book and I put her in pocket.
«You are ready?» I said going to call Italo.
I found him/it that it walked before and back in the room and it stuttered something among itself speaking of Puffi, the voice you/he/she had already returned him.
«But what have you done? You are everything red in face» he/she asked me looking better me.
«Nothing. we go that it in general is.»
Chapter 63. To supper from Stefania
With my beautiful bunch of roses redheads and the box of chocolates in hand I played to the bell of house of Stefania. You was suffered to open sign that was impatient.
«I don't buy anything. I regret but I don't have time, I am waiting for a person» it distractedly said, then the door closed me in face.
«Stefanias, are me. The ams Italo» The said while its footsteps behind the door got further.
«You have seen what you have combined? You/he/she has not even recognized you» you/he/she was starting to grumble Italo, but the door opened again.
«But are you really you?» he/she asked me perplexed.
«Already» I said handing her roses.
«Oh, they are very beautiful indeed. thanks! Excuse but I had not recognized you. you have made indeed to beautiful change, there is no denying it.»
«If I have to be sincere also you you are well dressed so» I answered, and it was true.
Now that I looked at her/it with human eyes I found indeed her very nice. You/he/she had loosened the long blonde hair and you/he/she had put some celestial eyeshadow, that made to jump the blue of his/her eyes, besides you/he/she had removed those horrible plushes that it always brought for wearing a beautiful adherent vestitino.
«Thanks, are you a lot of gallant. and then it seems me that you don't stammer anymore, or mistake?»
«It is true, I have definitely stopped. I must have recovered because of the blow to the head that I have taken in the accident.»
«It enters, from the. It is everything hello!»
I turned me to look at Italo. You/he/she had stopped making me the grimaces and to pose himself/herself/themselves to take around me, and now it beat the earth feet vexed. I entered and I closed the door of intention, I looked at him/it curse while it was passing from the hole of the lock and I set out me smiling toward the kitchen. The table was prepared of everything point, in the air there was indeed a good odor.
«I don't see Barbie» I said.
«It is in his/her room. I have not understood because, but from a few days it behaves in strange way.»
«It perhaps feels the lack of Leo.»
«It is probable, you/they had become a lot of friends. It spends the days on his/her kennel, he/she hardly eats and it never goes out.»
On the moment I felt me a few in guilt, but then I told me that I had not been me to have created that situation.
«Now tell me of you. to thing this change is owed?» Stefania asked while it was distributing the appetizer in the dishes.
«There is not a particular motive, I have decided to put again me some in form. I have to give me to do for looking for a job, even so I will make a best impression.»
«Be', the result seems good» it commented her gently grazing me a hand with his and my despite a shiver of emotion it crossed me the back.
It was an unknown feeling but I have to admit that I liked a lot. Meanwhile Italo was launching me about ten daggers with the look.
«Even if perhaps it is not correct towards Leo, I propose a toast. After all you are recovered, at least you you have been fortunate» it proposed her pouring the wine in the glasses.
«Yes, you are right. And then I am certain that anywhere you are found now, Leo is well» I responded to encourage her/it.
«And I believe you that are well! Be you strafogando as a pig, bushels drinking the wine of that good, and moreover have served and revered ago by a girl that you the sweet eyes! But not to climb on too much you the head, because so much those looks are turned to me!» acid Italo whispered me to the ear.
The supper was proceeding very well. I had noticed that after every glass of wine, Stefania looked more always me in the same way according to which it looked at Italo up to few days before. This was a pleasure for me, it meant that he still had some hope and that I was succeeding in not ruining everything.
Chapter 64. After supper
The supper was practically ended, Stefania had just put in the dishes two beautiful portions of dessert. Making I count me that he was approaching the moment in which I would have had to take the initiative, I breathed a big sigh. Stefania got up and went to turn on the stereo. The sonorous column of" Ghost" it started to echo in the room, just as to the old times. I thought that you/he/she could not choose a more appropriate song, sees the situation, it missed only us that threw out the clay and the spirit of Italo it took possession of me. I gulped down another glass of wine to do me courage and I got up me, I turned around the table and I took her hand to invite to dance her/it.
«But thing you are doing? This was not in the pacts!» Italo shouted me risking to break down me an eardrum. rather, to wear out himself/herself/themselves an eardrum.
«You immediately stop making the cascamorto, have you understood?» insistette.
«Excuse me, but I have need an instant of the bath» I told Stefania leaving his/her hand.
«You also go, you know where it is» she responded returning to sit some disappointed.
Just closed the door of the bath I threw out of the pocket the leaflets of the formulas.
«Thing you want to do with that sheet?» Italo told me that had followed me of run.
«I make you be silent, I had told you him not to break!»
«Not to make the carcass, has understood? You had promised that would have been only an innocent supper, now you also want instead her to make to dance.»
«Listen well to me, because I won't repeat him/it to you more» I answered bored «what you believe me or no, what I am doing I do him/it for you. If had been for me would have remained home to watch the television! Is this a performance only, and for this performance the applauses you will pick up you them all you not as soon as will you reenter in this body, have you understood? And if okay suits you, otherwise I find an excuse and I immediately return home of it, and with her you will see her/it to you you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.»
I had to have been really convincing, because he stayed in silence for some instant. You/he/she was reflecting.
«And is it all right, do I want to give you trust. but has not to try to graze her/it, understood? You don't have not to even graze her/it with a finger or you will repent of it» it snarled me in the most threatening tone that knew, an
d now the hot tempered dog seemed him.
I refolded the sheets and I put them in pocket, we returned in living room and Italo it sat down on the couch to braccia conserte, vexed and jealous never. I went to the stereo and I made to leave again the song, then I returned to the table and I taken the hand of Stefania. I drove her toward the center of the room. You surrounded my neck with the braccias and it threw me some to itself, intensely looking me. I dissuaded the look and I let me drag in that girotondos, stunned by the alcohol and by the music, and I tried again unintentionally that shiver. That unknown feeling frightened me.
"I have to kiss her/it! If I don't kiss her/it now I will ruin everything and Italo it will employ three lives to find another fiancée" I told me.
However there was something that braked me. What pits fear? And of thing? Of the refusal? It didn't interest me, after all they were not my business and I was not risking anything. Yet, despite the strength with which you/he/she was embracing me, and despite it didn't wait anything else other than to be kissed, would have liked to be far thousand miles. My goodness, when I was dog it was everything easiest, this time it was everything completely different. Italo had realized that something didn't go and you/he/she looked me cross and perplexed. Now I finally understood the why of all of his/her hesitations, and also of those of Steve. Without I cared of it nothing, because I had not directly involved even, I felt the weight of the responsibility of what I would have had to do. If I/you had mistaken something the poor Italo you/he/she would not have had other occasions. I tried to put me in the cloths of my friend. I imagined as I would have been badly if I/you had been indeed a man and her the woman with whom I was in love.
"I have to understand what it is waited for her by me and I have to do him/it, I have to succeed in doing him/it before this magic moment fades away."
Chapter 65. The doubts and the temptation
«Italo. Italo that you have?» he/she asked me of sudden her bringing me to the reality.
«. because?»
«The music is ended. they macaws two minutes that we turn for the dark room as two zombies!»
«Indeed?» I asked.
«Already.» she responded with his/her great blue eyes planted in mines, and of hit The worried me because The realizeds me that The found them immensely great and beautiful.
I thought about Giotto and I understood what you/he/she had pushed him to make that gesture that the career was cost him. Stefania started to push me toward the couch without saying nothing, Italo it horrified, with the blocked eyes it shouted a" nooo" with the whole breath that had. We were invested by a puff of icy air, the curtains rippled and I felt under the skin of Stefania accapponarsi to my fingers. You discarded to the last moment to go again himself/herself/themselves toward the stereo, the music he/she left again for the third time and I realized me that I had remained badly there, because for an instant I had desired that it pushed me on the couch and he/she took the initiative. Was thing happening me? I was me to think once more to Giotto, then I thought about all the suppers of Steve to which I had been present. Every time, in the full one of the magic moment, I had thought": he/she Now kisses her/it, he/she now kisses her/it". but never happened. Passed the peak the atmosphere it started to diminish, as the music. And me": kiss her/it, stupid. you macaws still in time. now kiss her/it" but nothing. Punctually, after a few days, the abandonment arrived from her/it her of turn. "Stupid, if I/you had been to your place you/he/she would not be ended so" I had always thought among me reproaching him/it, and instead to that point I was me to hesitate how much them. Unbelievable, it seemed the evening of the revelations. I was only a man few days, and in few moments I had succeeded in understanding as things of the human ones that I had not understood in so many years lived by dog to their side. I didn't believe that it was possible to feel himself/herself/themselves so involved, to desire a thing, or better, a person, so much intensely. And that sweet thawing that the stomach had taken me was a very beautiful feeling. How dog if you were hungry you ate, if you wanted to pick up a cat you had only to run after him/it, you were your desires and you, without barriers neither brakes in the mean. As when I developed some operation together with Steve. A well clear objective in the mind, then only action and reaction. The simplest principle of the physics. But I now had before a person, a person with some expectations and this preparation of the desired event, this" to play her/it to him moment for moment" was becoming indeed fascinating! I thought that probably that was the most beautiful moment of a relationship: the birth of a love, slow, as a small fire that as soon as it grows it burns the fears. For an instant road did even him in me the temptation to deny my nature.
"Who rubs some heaven of the dogs and the batons that you/they fly in the air, of the gigantic ossis and of the mail carriers to pursue" I thought.
Passing close to the table, during that infuriating dance, I had grabbed the glass and I had drunk other wine to the search of the courage but that simple action, the easiest gesture of the world, I didn't succeed in completing him/it yet. I was confused more and more, exhausted by the emotion. Now Italo was on the couch with the braccias and the left legs to go to itself same, destroyed by the suspense, as if you/he/she had fainted. What of it of him would you/he/she have been? Stefania supported the head close to mine, on my shoulder, and I felt his/her perfume. He/she remembered me the odors in the spring, it was sweet and intoxicating. I still attracted him some to me, perhaps with too strength, she made a surprised face and then an encouraging smile. Suddenly revived Italo it jolted on the couch and it put on the hands among the hair, while I felt the cheeks catch fire for the shame.
Chapter 66. Victoria!
Stefania leaned the hands on my shoulders, later it made immediately her slip behind the neck and it threw me to itself. and he/she finally kissed me, while The wases closing the eyes terrorized and The realizeds me that The didn'ts succeed in thinking about the boxerina. We went to sit on the couch.
«Nooo. damnation, that bushels doing? You cannot do me this, you cannot do him/it.» it shouted Italo instinctively moving himself/herself/itself as if we could crush him/it. It jumped down and it started to turn around us, to climb and to go down from the couch jumping as a crazy person.
«Stefy, Stefy, that I am not me! It is an impostor, an impostor, please, Stefy, listen to me» it kept on shouting trying to attract his/her attention. Then, considering that he/she didn't succeed us, it turned him to me.
«You are a carcass, a damned carcass.» it repeated «you had made me to it promised. Had you promised him/it to me, do you understand?»
It tried to intervene himself/herself/themselves between us, to separate us. He/she also sat him on the couch and it leaned the hands on my breast, trying to push me street. Its hands crossed me.
«It is not possible» it repeated different times, then he allowed to slip down from the couch and it went to the table.
Tried to grab the bottle of the wine, and I don't believe that was for getting drunk himself/herself/themselves because was empty, simply wanted to break me her in head! Seeing that was everything useless dragged him out of the room disheartened, and to that point I felt me free to be myself, even if what myself I was, I didn't know anymore by now it! Excited and marveled by that whirlwind of feelings I smelled the hair of Stefania and I caressed them, then I touched his/her braccias, its lips, rubbed my cheeks on his. Every thing that passed under to my fingertips taken in loan was an indescribable feeling, it gave me immense joy. I would never be waited me that using the hands all those feelings you/they could be tried. We kissed again us, while every now and then I was having to fight for sending away the image of Italo from my mind.
«How beautiful» it said Stefania.
I looked at her twisting some the head, it was all uncombed and red in face.
«It was only a kiss, yet you/he/she has been very beautiful. I didn't wait me for him so. I know intense. The didn'ts I give you I know. animal, here!»
No
t knowing what to answer I continued to caress her hair. After some I got up me with an excuse to go looking for Italo because I was worried for him; to cause some the drunkenness and some the emotion, felt the unsteady legs. I opened a few the door of the room of Barbie and I looked for him/it with the look. He witnessed lowered the canine one and he/she spoke to her.
«You/he/she has been incorrect, do you understand? Stefania is the first woman that my love reciprocates, and everything was being all right.»
«Bau caii (I know him/it, you/he/she was confided with me. The ams sorry).»
«. and then he arrives and turns my life upside-down! Does it seem you to regulate? Has the body stolen me before, has you/he/she used him to steal me that of the woman that I love then. and if you/he/she has made me make to figuraccia? Or if he liked this situation and didn't return me more my body?»
"A figuraccia?" I thought with sufficiency" next time will see if you will be better, with these miserable ones orchestrate to disposition!"
«Caiii caiii (I had immediately understood that it was not reliable. you/he/she has tried to also seduces me.)» Barbie responded.
Considering that despite everything they seemed enough calm riaccostai the door and I returned from Stefania, I embraced him narrow hold and of there to few we collapsed dormant on the couch.
Chapter 67. The next day
The next morning realized me that I didn't practically almost remember anything, the feelings that you/they had remained me had the characteristics of a dream. I felt me as wound in a cocoon of wadding and it seemed me that the whole world turned to the rallentatore, the head made me evil and also the eyes, because I had forgotten to remove the lenses from contact. My stomach grumbled, but I didn't dare eat the so early croccantinis. I was certain that if I were me hazardous to put only also in mouth of it one, I would also have given out the soul. Sat above the closet, Italo looked me in strange way. In his/her eyes there was a mixture of disappointment, contempt, homicidal fury, rebellion, revenge and a point of sadism. I labored to sustain his/her look.
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