"Um. Hello, "I whisper soon. Eddy comes up and greets me with two kisses on the cheek that put me even more embarrassed. Overall, however, I find that the colony that brings a mixture of tobacco and spices, is very pleasant.
"Sit," invites me, moving the chair and following that his friendly gesture I sit. I can not help but look at him, realizing that it is much more fascinating live than in pictures. To be honest does not seem to have thirty-two. He wears a white shirt with short sleeves with some buttons that leave free, neck, casual pants overlooking the dark blue, the hair is pulled back from both sides, with a slight tuft that sits just on the forehead.
"Then? You're nervous?"
"Only a little '' admit smiling and gesturing with the index finger and thumb to small quantity. A smile sketched on his face, his hazel eyes smile at themselves and the features of his face are contracted even more just by defining its profile. The waitress brings us to the buffet table is set for brunch on Saturday morning.
"Give me a little 'you? There's no keyboard that separates us now. It's just me and you, "That way she calms me a moment and I start to feel at ease. I tell him the bare essentials, I do not want to bore him. I tell him that I would graduate in communication science, I love publishing and I'd like to become a journalist. Bring elbows on the table and rests his chin on folded hands, listening to me with interest.
"Gee, you're quite clear ideas" Discuss, I smile slightly tilting her head and asked him:
"And what about you?" You not just tell me who works as a lawyer in a studio in his name at the center of the city of Boston, who loves Sunday to play golf and read books on civil law. I already knew that I did not have time to ask him but I anticipate changing quickly topic.
"What do you have in mind to show me your city?" He asks with enthusiasm between mouthfuls. A good question, since no organized virtually nothing. My brain starts to think very quickly and say the first thing that flashed through my mind:
"It is. ... it's a surprise" His gaze seems amused at my answer. We end brunch in total silence, and the tension and embarrassment recur like an invisible blanket that wraps both. I have no idea what would please him to someone like him, in short, is bigger than me, so will undoubtedly have other interests than my who are stuck worldly parties that I do not go for a month, or to equitazioni lessons I continue to avoid paying the instructor so does the spy with my mother. In the end, I think you might be interested to see something cultural, perhaps a museum, why not? We get up after arguing about who should pay the bill, but obviously I just wasted breath, because Eddy, did not want to listen to reason, I open the door of the room to let me up, the address a cordial smile as I go out and he returns. It has just a beautiful smile, her face lights up.
"Well?" Question thrusting his hands in his pocket until he responds.
"I'll take you to visit the city museum" by his gaze does not seem particularly enthusiastic about the idea, then, virtually she begins to laugh in my face.
"Sorry Medyson but you're too funny" comments between a laugh and another. Bring a hand forward, to my height, as if to ask me to wait and then adds:
"Tell you what, I'll decide where to take you," I look puzzled.
"You?"
"Yes, me. Look, I understand that you have not the slightest idea what to do. So, do not worry, okay? "I nod, embarrassed even though a part of me is relieved. He points to the machine that has hired to Lax, cross the road, makes the car around to the passenger door open myself, I smile, I'm not used to such kindness, indeed, I believe that such things had been abolished in the years Sixty. I watch him take the lead and strizzarmi the untrained eye before leaving. For as juggles along the streets of the city seems to have studied the heart.
"Do not be embarrassed," I noted, I blush and I hope you will not notice, and while I think even more blush.
"But it is strange. I'm not that kind of girl to blind dates, "I explain and he, hands walls behind the wheel turn for the Beverly Hills park.
"It's not really a blind date" turns to look at him while he says and continues, "my face that I looked like, my voice, I knew already. You did not go blindly and you happened one balding, overweight waiting for you at the table, "both burst out laughing fun.
Resting to the park and we go for a walk. We continue to talk about this and that. No reference to the past of both and it's better that way. I do not feel ready yet to explain to him that my silence and he was so nice not ask me anything about it. Time passes quickly before our speeches and the sun set is an apostrophe between the day and the coming night ready to cover our heads.
"Now we go to dinner '
"Dinner?" I ask in amazement, I had not reckoned that the evening would take this turn.
"Yes, of course if you have no other commitments" he asks gently. Lately my agenda is increasingly bare, no interesting activities to fill those blank pages, plus it for a long time since I allow myself only one night for me, so in the end I accept with pleasure. Porto my eye on how they are dressed, it is certainly not the suitable outfit to enter one of the many restaurants in the area, are barely passable for a hamburger at McDonald's.
"I thought of that," he hisses. I do not understand and I do not have time to reply that takes my hand pulling me to him that begins walking briskly along the way. It is strange the effect of that touch, of him who turns to cross my eyes, in his smile that falls in my spare you. We are about to enter one of the prestigious boutiques on the other side of the road, but the latch on the threshold.
"I can not"
"Thing?"
"I understand what you do, but I can not accept" I say, his hand is intertwined to my in such a quick way that seems almost natural. Eddy, like me, contemplates that the plot and adds:
"It's just a dress. Nothing Medyson "seems to beg me and I will not be rude. After I measured some clothes without obtaining the desired effect, I proffers one Eddy through the curtain of the dressing. It is purple, has a heart-shaped neckline embellished with rhinestones, succinctly in the hips and flared along the thighs creating that style fifties, I must say that I like as it is to me.
"You're perfect," his words to my vision. It is behind me I look at my reflection in the mirror. I feel a subtle noise behind me. I'll show him the label.
"Do not take it away," whispers in my ear and making eye contact in the mirror in front. I smile and go out from there. I feel so strange, but at the same time I'm fine. He makes me feel well even though it may seem absurd. Dinner spends quiet, the place is a renowned Italian restaurant overlooking the ocean, adorned with candles and colorful flowers, all very ... perhaps too romantic. We laugh accompanying the mood with a few glasses of champagne.
"So, you're disappointed or" question twirling the cup under his nose before sending him down. His eyes carefully scrutinizes me waiting for my answer, I feel his eyes everywhere and for a moment I cling shoulders in embarrassment.
"Why should I be disappointed?"
"You did not answer my question," says, his hand so slow steps forward toward my up to touch her. It is a soft touch, light barely perceptible.
"I'm not disappointed at all," I admit with a whisper. He smiles satisfied, and after chatting of this and that we finish dinner, Eddy asks the bill and we are going to reach his car. Soon after I realize that we are not tornadoes coffee Life where I left my car.
"Where are we going?" I ask timidly, while he is intent on driving.
"Do not worry, I just want you to see which hotel accommodation, you know, if that tomorrow morning, before I left you should wish to join me for breakfast," he answers, posandomi his hand on her thigh.
The situation that has arisen for a moment embarrasses me, we feel recently, and it is the first time I see you, the first time that we spend an evening together. Although I must admit the evening was perfect. We arrive at the hotel, the Millennium Baltimore, parked in the underground parking lot, I get hesitant, but then takes my hand, she smiles warmly, moving a strand from her face that starts behind the ear.
"You look beautiful Medyson" I can not say a word, I just feel the legs become of jellies and take to shake. Eddy realizes my embarrassment, and immediately tries to defuse the tension that has arisen.
"I promise to riaccompagnarti home early," he says doing the classic scout oath, smile and together we reach the elevator that opens onto the large empty hall. Our steps echo as we walk up the stairs to the floor of his room. He stops in front of the door, the room read 23 my eyes as I feel her on me. Eyes peering carefully my body, so as to feel completely naked under his gaze that is dappled in darker shades. Maybe I'm making too much mind to run, I think to myself, while the heart starts to beat faster against his chest. I feel that is a good guy, I can not be wrong about him. All that her sweet messages in the morning to give me a good morning, in the evening for a good night. Long phone calls late into the night with his ever so gentle voice, are nervous, it's just what made me feel so. It makes me enter the room, leaving close the door behind us with the help of the foot. He approaches, to separate just a breath, his index finger traces an imaginary path along my profile.
"You have no idea how sexy you, right?" Bites his lower lip, and he bowed his head with two fingers raised my chin forcing me to watch it. Her lips are placed on my reading. They are fleshy, soft, his mouth opens waiting for him even face me. It's just a kiss. I think, and I get carried away by the moment, by the evening's events. I feel his tongue chasing mine, located, caresses it with light touches that gradually become more intense, profound. The back of his hand slides down my arm stroking, touching the hand and touches the fabric of her skirt rustling at his touch as soon as I realize that it is trying to lift it I detach myself from him taking a step back.
"It is. ... getting late," mumbled with my heart in my throat.
"No, that is not Medyson later, we still have much time," continued shortening distances, his face close to my neck, forcefully, pulling me by the hips toward him.
"Eddy ... to ... please," moves, a crooked smile on her lips, looks at me and his eyes are no longer the same moment ago. A push makes me reach the bed making me jump, the fabric of the dress is lifted leaving me exposed to his gaze. Stare at him with terror, dazed by his attitude, I only see the lust imprinted on his face. I step back, when I see him get on all fours on the bed towards me.
"What ... do you ... do ...?" I ask, and trembling with fear of what could be his answer.
"What I want you too, or you would not have asked me to come here," forcefully she grabs my ankles pulling him.
"Leave me!" Scream, trying to wriggle out of his grasp but it's a losing battle.
"Come on, do not make a fuss, it was you telling me that you felt alone," with a hand grabs me both wrists holding them motionless above his head. I move my legs, trying to hit him but eventually he hit me. In a fit the face turns from the opposite side to her, feel her cheek on fire, tears come to flow while hard white wall to my left.
"Do not force me to do it again, do not want to accidentally make me lose my patience?" Snarls a few millimeters from his face.
"Please ... please ... you do not," beg you, I beseech between a tear and the other that does not cease to scratch me cheeks
"Shhh," her only response to my prayers. I remain staring at the wall beside me. I try to imagine something else, anything else that can disguise the sound of fabric tearing. strong squint when I feel his hands in contact with the thighs, back slowly, and with every touch I feel a piece of me that is lost, falling to pieces.
"You're so beautiful," she said her voice full of desire. I shake my head when I touched the breasts, it tightens to the point of hurting me, instinctively cry and in response get another slap, harder, to make me hear the sounds around me muffled.
"Enough!" Thunders louder. Ping belt wearing, the trouser fabric that flows near my legs were paralyzed and empty to me. His hand moves my panties. I decide that that wall is like a blank canvas, I have to break away from what I feel and how I feel. One of his finger penetrates me with strength, serro mouth by holding me not to scream. Burn, and the moves, the more it hurts, nauseous permeates my senses when he says:
"You're so tight," gasps with excitement pushing more thrust.
"You, a virgin, do not believe it," he said amused. I pray that everything will end soon, but the seconds seem endless hours. Adds another finger and another, I try to unnecessarily alienate my pelvis from that torture.
"I're ready," he exclaims and with a push strong I feel it move inside me. The other hand stop my mouth to the complaints, it is as if I felt pierced by a knife that cuts off a piece of my life completely svuotandomi.
"Look," he orders, but do not want to see that look, that face, I will not. I just want him to stop.
"I said look at me" reiterates with more authoritative tone. I open my eyes and I see it above me moving more and more strong, the headboard against the wall repeatedly beats. Every movement is a part of me is gone. I look at the fan hanging from the ceiling. I let myself be enchanted by the blades I go round and I can isolate myself. I can not feel anything and I do not know if it's because he has finished or if it is I will never feel anything. Abruptly takes off from above and pours all his pleasure on my belly.
"You did good," I shudder at the sound of those words. His hands as if nothing had taken leave from my wrists, but I'm still there.
Locked, still staring into space, with his sperm that has not only soiled my belly, but has branded all my life.
He took a part of me that no longer shall recover.
Chapter
8
Zac
"The fate of the tune,
but we decide how to dance "
'Luckily the Noha party was postponed until tonight, "Ian says while driving. In fact he's right, Thursday would not be feasible, at least for me. Daphne had arrived in the city on that day.
"Wait for me in the car, or salts with me?" I ask him, he parked and tells me to salutargliela but waiting for me in the car. Through the entire car park, look that the sliding doors let me access. Wave Ms. cordially entrance and head to the floor. I'm always nervous when I see it. The hands begin to sudarmi. Surplus to his room, leaving the door ajar me a glimpse of his figure on the bed. Slowly I open the door and approach stealthily toward her, I would not wake her.
"Did you hear" cries and slowly turns to me. I hasten immediately to help her, she raises a hand and adds:
"I can do it" has a unique strength of character, but it is my strength not to be enough for both. I can not stand to see her suffer, knowing that this will happen and worse until ....
"So what are you telling me now?" He asks, interrupting the flow of those thoughts while looking for a convenient location to enjoy my day. The least settle her pillow behind your head is take this moment to lay them a kiss on the forehead.
"You are always the same," I enjoyed my reproaches thoughtful gestures.
"And you always are my princess," I remind him, a slight smile appears on his lips. It is beautiful, with her blonde hair, blue eyes and white skin.
"I tell it or not this day?" Retorts and after a laugh I'll explain that soon I'm going to do one of the evenings in those villas we saw only through the cable TV when we were in Queens. She apparently rapt throughout my speech, I see it as participating with attention to every word that comes out of my mouth.
"I am convinced that in the end, in one of those parties will find the right person who will appreciate your music" encourages me, as it always has, when it should have been the other way around, he saw his condition. But she never wanted to talk about it, he always put his illness aside. He lives through me, by what the story has been going on so ... I have almost no memory to remember him.
"Daphne"
"Hey, little brother. I already know where you're getting at. I'm fine! I'm here with you, so I'm fine. I just have this, you know that I have no expectations, this is my life. You have to understand him. You can not change my destiny ... no one can '
His words a
re like a punch in the stomach. A tear line on my face darkens, anger, disappointment and helplessness. I stroke my cheek and smiles at me. I wonder what they have inside, what are your thoughts? Knowing that your body changes without your control must be devastating. Being unable to enjoy the simple things in life a torture against which to fight every day, and yet, his smile seems to be his only weapon, leading myself to think about how often we take everything for granted, as if it was up, when, at times just a snap because the pace of our lives can change.
"You do not go?" Reminds me, seeing me again lost in thought that he knows all too well.
"Yes, please," I give you a new CD to listen to.
"The other one was not bad, but as I told you something was missing ... you missed you," his opinion counts for me more than anyone else.
"This smashes, I warn you," he exclaimed amused in front of his fake superior look.
"We'll see," I give her a kiss on the cheek, he stopped for a moment, holding me by the shoulder and I remain with my ear close to his mouth.
"Live ... you who can ... How did you say your name was? Something ... like Courtney? "She whispers, and I understand that Ian spoke over the odds the other night when I came out a moment the room to answer a phone call. She moves, she does so sly smiles at me and I waved to get out. I walk up the stairs with that last sentence that is repeated in a loop in the head. Vivi ... you who can ... Back in the car and do a punch on the shoulder Ian.
"Ouch ... what's the matter?" He complains, holding her hand to the affected part.
"What the fuck are you thinking of talking about Courtney Daphne?"
"Zac, I'm right. You have to stop, do not miss anything, it's your sister, now you also have his custody. But this can not stop you to be happy, "Part and head to Noha home. I do not answer, his words weigh. I wish only that they lacked nothing, who did not feel neglected by me if I lived my life, I wish she had a life. Sferro punched the dashboard against that set of thoughts while I am attracted by something.
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