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And this was the gift of Adita last year dedicated to a Mustela

Title: Portrait.

Type: Original Story

Characters: Domenico. Koi Cciatranne, Fox Mc'Dowell. Mention of Pantera.

Warning: None. Read if you wish.

Summary: Domenico achieved by painting the portrait so that it is haunted, but that does not cause this.

Portrait

Your eyes!, Your eyes!, Damn your eyes!.

Damn you and damn your eyes. Do not find you! I'm tired of looking and not you!. I have your perfect profile, fine cheekbones, the exact shade of your skin ... years and years looking for you ... deep in my memory, fearing that perhaps it was not a memory but a dream ... It was a dream! ... was not a dream, right? ... I have your eyebrows arched, with that slight air of superiority, your black hair and the slight turning of the corner of your lips ... But I have not yet your eyes! ... I can not!, I can not!, I can not!

CAN NOT!

And clenching their hands in despair, the boy took the canvas with rage and smashed it on the floor, and anguish, fell to his knees beside him, crying. Then he reached to pick up the brush, which sank in black and began to scribble in bold and energetic throughout the picture, ruining it.

is not it!, IS NOT! ... WHEN WILL I GET IT RIGHT ?!... When will your eyes, even if you are a canvas, you look at me again?. Although 're only a canvas ... I need to look.

- Domenico? ... Was heard knocking at the door.

- .......

- Domenico !

- .... I'll wait.

Domenico closed her eyes to stop mourn, he stood breathing deeply and tried a smile. He glanced at the canvas on the floor, grabbed him and took a corner behind a door to meet with many other pictures ruined in the same way. A room full of portraits failed to stop.

- Domenico, are you okay?, Was heard from the door.

- Pasa, forgiveness, managed a bit of this disorder, Domenico greeted with a lovely smile, settling a bit of their wayward hair. Not a single trace of sadness in his face. "I suppose you practiced, no?

- Well .. actually ... .. I have left, said the other boy, with a embarrassed smile and accomplice.

Domenico shook his head slowly, smiling.

- Well tell that will not ever let the painter's craft is very serious and can not spend all day giving your taste, right?

- giving your taste How, asked the other boy, blushing.

- You already know how to understand, Now, to work.

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hardly was his apprentice, Domenico returned to the load. Did not care how late it was, nor how little he had stayed or had forgotten to eat. He took a blank canvas and started again, but now for sure. Now I had a hunch: I was close. Now I finally achieved that terrible shape obsession, after all, was now the only thing that kept him alive.

An apprentice! "He smiled. That was what I needed. Things so obvious that I missed, now I have explained these to deal with it. Finally I know what I have to do. Finally I'll have, whoever you are, to me, again. Finally see those golden eyes were glued to me thirteen years ago. Thirteen years!, How long can extend the memory of something that lasted only a minute, which was not repeated ever, which may never be repeated?

How can change a life, a casualty, by a game, on a dare ?!... you looked at me that day and died that day and since I live only to find you. I could not follow how?!, If it was just a kid I was twelve! And you went to Rome just a few days later, and I stayed here, without even seeing you part, entirely at the hotel that were no more, no one to ask for you or the landlord that I wanted give information, or that girl who seemed to hate you. And all that was left at the end were your eyes in my memory. A memory marinated in rage and pain.

painting could only console. I learned to paint to make tangible what is in my mind, to realize my dreams, my desires, my memories. And then, logically, I had to paint you, And many times I've failed miserably!, I had to go home so no one noticed this obsession, for anyone to see how it destroyed me, for you!. .. but today you will be mine, be mine today, because ... I discovered the secret of your eyes.

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- Domenico. What is it, why not open!

- Go!, No school today. I can not stop, I have it almost.

- ... Okay, I come tomorrow?

- GO!

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- I ... sorry how I treated you yesterday, sorry.

- Do not worry, okay. So you finished?

- finished.

- Are you crying?

- No. .. Will you see?, Perhaps you will be just a pretty picture, but for me it is my masterpiece.

- Of course, dying to see it.

Domenico

ushered his young apprentice to the back room full of half-finished portraits, smudged or crossed out, all the same person, all covered with dust and some affected by humidity and the passage of time. The boy stifled a shudder to pass between them in the back, hanging on the wall and covered with a cloth, the picture was just completed.

- Destápalo yourself. What do you think?

The boy held a cry, her big blue eyes looking frightened the portrait.

- Pantera ... he muttered, shaking his head, while a few tears slipped down her cheeks .

- ?...¿ Pantera "Why do you call it?, Did you know?, Do you know, Koi?!

- .... I lived in his house three years but can not say that I have ever known.

- You lived with him? ... Are you anything about him?

- No. We worked . It was my boss.

- How was it?

- Very skilled, intelligent, mysterious ...

- His eyes ... Were they well?

- The always hiding, was his hobby. I saw only once.

- What was that?

- Yes 've captured very well, ... scared.

Domenico smiled, pleased.

- So yes, he is. What's your name?

- I once said ... I can not remember ...

- What is your name?!

- ... I do not know!

- HOW NO YOU KNOW?!

- ... LEONARDO! ... Yes, that's what he said, Leonardo Bianco. I never called him by name, sorry.

- Leonardo ... Domenico muttered to remember the name. Where is he now?.

Koi no answer. She looked at him strangely.

- Why have you made a portrait of someone who does not know ?

- Where can I find?!, Tell me, Koi!.

- ... You will not find, let it be.

- HOW TO LET THIS?! I lost track long ago, he was a child and had no way to follow, but now I can!, Where is he?. I'll go wherever. Where dammit!.

- ... should calm down, Domenico ... go, from what I understand, not even really know him, is not it illogical to want to go ...?

- ME WHY NO REPLY!

- ... is that it is .... in a tomb. He died two years ago, sorry.

Domenico apparently received the news calmly and seriously was staring at the empty, then looked up at the portrait and was lost in those golden eyes, a perfect replica of something no longer existed.

- ... ja ja ja ja .... He laughed bitterly lost. He's dead!, What's funny, no?. I finally managed to learn something from him ... That's dead, that never see it, it was all useless ... THAT NO !.... ja ja ja ja .... ja ja ... and eventually became terrible laughter into tears.

- Domenico, come on, you should not take it well. What does your life with it?!, I understand that you're looking for a long, but, on the one hand better than you did, now you can devote to something else ...

- Largo. Outside my house. You do not understand anything.

- you who are upset ...

- leave!!, Abandoning yelled another fit of tears, and Koi had no other choice but to obey.

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next day , Koi came early and stayed a long time banging on the door. Seeing it was useless, and extreme concern, decided to pass through the bars of the window turned into a cat, once inside, returned to its original form and sought to Domenico.

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- my fault, FOX!, My fault ...

- is not true, Koi, how could you have known?, That guy was sick.

- Sure, I was sick! ... had hundreds of pictures, hundreds! ... is that I should have known ... And I told him I was dead! Yo! ... "Why the hell not lied?!," Why did not I stay ?!...

- did not expect it to be so mad. Suicide for that ... is not logical ...

- ... as if I would have killed him ...

- No, you did not have anything to do with it, you know, Koi?, In such case, the blame would be Pantera, what you have done to that boy?.

- I looked. She looked into his eyes once. That was all him, Fox

Then Fox opened his arms to shelter Koi against his chest and console.

- I do not want to be here, Koi whispered between sobs, hiding her eyes on the shoulder Fox

At night, Fox and Koi left Rome en route to Milan.

 

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Nota de autor: Doménico es el chico que le enseñó a Koi a pintar, poco antes que él y Fox fueran a Milán donde Koi empezó su carrera artística.. Doménico tenía 25 años, era un chico de complexión frágil, tez blanca, cabello castaño algo largo y ojos café. De él se habla a la pasada en el relato corto “Verano”, en el cual, el Leonardo Bianco young medical student, goes on holiday to Rome in the company as a guide to his friend Jacques and some other children of its faculty, who in a fit of jealousy complain that Leo had some unusual eyes that seemed human and that was why all the girls just stared at him, and to disturb him, betting that is not able to conquer a boy, just looking at it. Well, Domenico was 12 years old at the time and going through the place .... well, things happen ....

This was a personage that long ago I had taken from the manga, and I wanted to make history because it was so cortita and significant. Thanks.

Women Fancy Dress Pub Golf

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Name: Lunar Eclipse

Type: Original Story

Characters: Alessia Bianco / Marie Cciatranne. Gonzalo mention Alma.

Warning: Shoujo ai.

Summary: Marie was just married and that's not happy to Alessia.

LUNAR ECLIPSE

- Really you okay?, You asked me before leaving. Surely you saw me pale and taciturn, more than normal, of course.

- As good as ever. One answer would you calm, but not truth or lie.

I went. Now I put that song. Which reminds me of you, dancing in the street like a crazy girl. As you are.

look out the window of the apartment. A six-story from me, the cars turn the corner rushed to beat the top of traffic lights.

My sun. My princess. I will not hurt. And it'll hurt me to watch you being here. Need to be happy, and I need it so much that I forced myself to smile and congratulate you when you told me what I already knew that would happen, that you married, with that silly little piece of you love so much, that I introduced myself. An idiot just so adorable I can not hate though I have removed my sweet treasure. I'm not going to hate, and I could not hate you for choosing us. No, I need both to be happy. Would not hurt no one because I know he will wither like a flower ....¡ But I can not live watching! ... what harm me.

I better leave here, because wherever I go I know you are with him and are happy, not that I want you sick. I do not feel envy or resentment. I do not want to go on crying for something that never was.

- Be my Godmother!, Please, you must be! ... Alessia ...

- Why me ?....

- For I love you, who better than you?. More than my cousin, you're like a sister.

.... And I love you you, my princess. And I'm your cousin, your sister, I am what you want. Even your godmother of marriage. And I'm crying in the night from the day you married, remembering your smile and the light in your eyes when you said, "I do."

And I accept silence. And leave you free to love. I will not take anything for myself, not even your pity. I'll be thinking why it was, and find no reason. What hurts me is that cry for me, and I can not avoid to do so. Green mourn is an idea that can not stand, forgive me, but now I have him, and he will comfort you and take care of you better than me.

look out the window again, but I have fear. I accidentally marked your number, but I hang up. I wanted to tell you I love you, how stupid you nearly ruined it all ...

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- Really you okay?. (I did not want you to leave, is that you look so sad lately, more sad than usual)

- As good as ever.

Why do I answer that?!. Your typical responses that say nothing. Something hurts you, but what?. I could only realize that something happens, your character is sad in itself, but you know, what am I missing?, I dunno, I do not know !...¿ if not tell me how you I can help?.

I wish you were as happy as I am now. I would like to find someone who loves you as much as you deserve and you deserve everything. Maybe that's, you're alone. What saddens me married because you want the same for you?, "After to take as many dogs as you intended, with that rare cruelty as yours, so subtle and elegant?. Gonzalo came to me and crying for your rudeness, love up the bones of your cocky glacial beauty and your eyes. Do you regret now, Alessia?. God made you so beautiful, but you're left alone to play the Empress tyrant that shatters on the party seeking love.

But you were never like that with me. You always had a sweet smile and a look full of understanding for me. "My sweet princess," what a way to call me, I puffed up too much, and I'm not a girl I never was for you, we're the same age. But let me indulge you I could I blame?. The cold Alessia, that all hearts break, he always did whatever I asked. And I enjoyed it, with most children's reasoning that he could enjoy it.

remember the day I bought this gold pendant. The sun. You said you always use, that the sun was like me. Why I'm blonde?. Not quite understand it. You put the neck just saw him on that show, without even asking how much it cost. And I do not want to stay back and find something for you: The moon, pale and melancholy like you.

- dead Only I'll take it off. And only if you take him die.

- not be so exaggerated, get scared.

But you love it scary, and we laughed. Silver moon, Silvermoon, I liked the moniker, and then I heard that some of your friends call you so rare.

But just the phone ring and run to answer but they hang. I have been slow in coming, still can not get used to your new home. I'm waiting to ring again, but nothing, yet I do not move, suddenly I've stayed here as a key.

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- Goodbye, Mary.

I can not help the tears to remind you, my petite blonde doll, so full of light and joy. The spark of heat to put up my life.

For all Alessia was always the serious, mysterious, impenetrable. Only you know me, only you, my Marie, because I wanted myself. Because my love for you all my secrets collapsed, except one: That I love you. A secret that I carry with me because I have no right to say it. I love you I love you!. A secret that burns me and hurt me, and die with me today ... because I love her like a sister, and that's even worse than if they loved me.

Because I have to follow your side so that my absence will not be surprised with this pantomime of happiness for your new that, because I feign calm, so do not worry about my sadness so you do not want see if anything happens to me. Because I have and will have to play the part of the premium sound, and follow you visit, seeing how much they love, and be the godmother of your children! ... No, I can not stand it.

I take my memories. Our memories. Our summer vacation when we were kids. Christmas, warming huddled by the fireplace. The day a stupid, others blind, you broke my heart, and I called my friends to beat him to make you mourn. When I lie awake watching you sleeping and I was in tears of emotion, because you were too beautiful ...

Goodbye, Marie!, The light is red and my break I expected six floors below.

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The sun fell from my chest. He loosened his clasp and fell. My eyes hurt, I'm seeing red spots. And suddenly it occurs to me nonsense. Alessia. My Alessia is ... Nonsense. Gonzalo I already had said, "Do not you get tired of using that thing every day? Neither Alessia's life depended on it. " But ... I've taken! Fell! ... I know that has no logic but it is a premonition so strong that it took the phone and call ...

- Alessia ?, You Marie. Are you okay?

She answers the answering machine. "Sorry, but I can not answer now. I'll be out of town a couple of weeks. We will return your call upon my return. See you soon. "

I stay quiet, What a fool!, I had worried for nothing. As if they knew Alessia is strong, and whatever happens to you, she'll be fine.

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But Alessia was on the pavement, including car crash and police sirens began to close. Even at the last moment he had agreed to put a message on the answering machine, for if he could call him to keep quiet to save a few tears, at least for a few days . Anything for her, because he loved her.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The girls are Alessia Bianco Cciatranne Biaggio and Marie Bianco, cousins. Gonzalo Mc'Dowell Alma is the husband of Marie. All are characters in a story titled P & P (Pleasure and Pain).

What happened next?, Well, Elekis, a dark guy who was very fond of Alessia is that it recovers the body from the morgue and that just would visit when Gore won the show. Then took over the wake, burial and then put Marie's story, calling from another city, that was there with Alessia and they would not return. Only much later, when he could not hide more, he said his cousin was dead, but said he had been in a traffic accident. Alessia Elekis knew how he wanted his cousin.

Does The Polaroid Spectra Need Batteries

This was the Adita Christmas gift, I wrote last week

Name: Visitation.

Type: Original Story

Characters: Pantera / Iori. Giovanni.

Warning: No, just read.

Abstract: Iori and Panther have just moved to Paris, and everything is love and joy, everything until a surprise exit of nerves alters Pantera Iori you smell "taken back" on the air.

Visitation

The clock was about to make three in the morning. Iori half opened one eye. "The three ...", he thought, and snuggled closer against the body of Pantera. It was delightful to be so, her lover's arm around her waist, the rhythmic sound of his breathing in his ear, strands of her long black hair covering them both. So Iori woke up to this time after having made love with him to sleep beside him and how much beauty is not lost; to extend a timid hand to her face and drawing his nose, cheeks and lips. This will allow you to know its face, the arch of her eyebrows, long eyelashes, his face peaceful and inoffensive eyes closed, because when opened, I knew the rest would go into the background and could not look more than these fascinating golden eyes.

Iori took another look at the clock. "Four and wanted to sneak ...?, to his own room to sleep a little seriously, or be able to be hypnotized looking to give them 6. "What an example of willpower, Iori", he told himself.

He brought his face close to him and gave him a tender kiss along with a "I love you." One of those kisses that would not dare to give if you were awake, as too corny. Gently slid her slender body from the embrace of man and noiselessly dressed and hurried to leave the room. The door still had time to send a flying kiss, smiling at himself and denying fun "A cheesy crap, Iori, was sentenced mentally before disappearing down the corridor.

Heavy breathing and rhythmic Pantera briefly filled the atmosphere that Iori had just left. Then it stopped suddenly. Pantera smiled. "Basically, Wildy, 're an angel," he muttered to himself. "... But deep down ...".

The daily routine in Paris had not changed much with respect to which had been in New York, and that there were only a few weeks. Pantera's house was old but was well preserved inside, though was very large for just two people. He was in the north district, virtually on the edge of downtown, and without showing anyone passing could have given much attention by abandoned, in fact, he had been, so the first few days had been busy for Iori in order to become habitable. Pantera, meanwhile, had not taken any trouble to help. The good news is that, contrary to what might be expected, the electrical and water installations worked perfectly, all you needed then was a bit of carpentry, painting and cleaning, nothing against what Iori could not be fixed.

Once the house was ready, Pantera began training with a kind of fight that engaged almost all morning in a large room in the back of the house. When asked Iori irony about it "and who have to kill?" Pantera only seriously answered "I'll tell you later." To Iori was fine. I had no problem with killing former Pantera whenever asked.

the evening, Pantera was engaged to teach French something for which strangely proved very patient, as demonstrated by contrast Iori not a very bright student, not for lack of intelligence but of interest.

- prefer to continue training to kill someone, you know, (complaint followed by a look of weariness and tiredness.)

- Now say it in French ... (sly smile, look Funny feigned superiority)

- .......... y. ....... and if I'm doing for dinner?, do not you hungry, Pantera?

- .......... (Supiro of resignation) Ve

- And what you eat? (Look excited)

- Whatever. But do something simple, right?. I do not need a chef of international cuisine, especially if it takes so long.

- Pse ... (Murmur disappointed)

- I be away a couple of days, surprised Pantera Iori .

- A couple of days?

- Maybe a week. I do not want to neglect your duties.

- I can not accompanied ...?

- No, you can not.

- But where ...?

- mine are issues I have to handle personally.

- Ah .... well. How I have nothing to do with you ....

- mine are issues that concern you and leaves and that little tone of reproach, will you?

- I do not want. .... It is not criticism, is .... I just want to know where to go, that's all. Iori said testing a pot and gently approaching.

- Do not try. The emotional blackmail will never work for me, is better than knowing you go.

- Ok. Like you're going to go without saying anything, right?, Claimed the boy with a hint offended.

- I told you not to try. And yes, I'm leaving. And again, remember: NO I DO NOT like scenes like questions. ADIOS!, Pantera snapped irritably while taking way out and slammed the door behind him.

Five minutes later she went in, the room was dark so I turned on the light to discover two or three objects on the ground in tatters. He climbed into the room Iori, but found none there, so head toward her room and found the door.

- Iori opens. Iori

opened and let him pass.

- I was abrupt and not as it should have said goodbye, he said apologetically Pantera.

- ... You can arrange, Iori muttered by way of forgiveness.

- Yes, I dismiss it right this time, Pantera whispered in his ear suggestively.

Then I lay in bed and began kissing him. From his lips moved to her neck and then ascended to the earlobe, while his hands were doing, undoing and stripped of bothersome clothing. Iori was moving just enough to facilitate this task and let out an occasional quejidito pleasure. Pantera's hands slid downward on the torso to the abdomen and hips, his lips nibbling holes marking the clavicles and then the pink halos in echo. The hands were lost in the legs and language within the navel, his hands finally reached their destination, Iori panting heavily, but rather was something like a purr anxious.

- If you respect, Pantera suddenly muttered between gasps. I respect and I'll tell you, I promise, but not now. Now I just need to trust me. Do you trust me, Iori?

Iori replied simply better accommodate your legs around his waist, inviting him to continue. Pantera understood and penetrated more smoothly than usual.

Iori

When he opened one eye at three in the morning he found he was alone in bed. Pantera was gone.

Iori sniffing hidden among the trees a few meters from where he was Pantera., Truth, had not taken much follow their trail, after all it was a wolf, and had finally found him Here, in Rome!, and came to Rome to what, to be planted outside a crummy school. Who the hell would expect Pantera?, No one knew him, could be anyone. A sweet and shy elementary school teacher, to have fun at your expense?, Or perhaps a rather flirtatious and cheeky, capable of anything that helps to compensate for their miserable salary?, And that there is a young teacher fresh out, serious and formal, who seduce and corrupt ?...¿ lolita stupid, naive and provocative?, a handsome and brilliant student, perhaps?, with Panther, it could be anyone, and Iori jealousy oozing from his hideout.

The high school boys and girls were leaving, many of them as beautiful, many of them so cute. Iori looked at them with hate, waiting to see which one dared to approach Pantera but still could not get carried away by the vehemence, the mental control was essential to hide the z-soul (a trick he had finally understood from looking at Panther)

I had been almost a quarter of an hour watching the kids at school and kept going though fewer in number. Now came the primary.

"And why come to Rome by someone? Is it so special that I could not get anything like this in Paris? ... someone ... A zoolian! Had not been to New York and brought it to him?!, and suddenly there was light in the brain of Iori and figured why the Paris house was so big. "So explain why you did not want, right?, He thought, suffered, do you think will fill your house zoolians collected from everywhere?, How beautiful!, Your private harem ...! And now his look of hatred on his way to Pantera, who absent-mindedly flipped through his watch and the door.

For a second Iori lost emotional control and left its z-soul flow. Pantera paid attention and looked around him with interest. Iori managed to hide it again almost immediately, afraid of being caught, but Pantera seemed to have taken the z-soul someone actually was coming to him at that time.

Iori settled for a better view, he was a child, a very pretty child, the truth, with a sweet face, tousled brown hair, golden complexion and a lively and large chocolate brown eyes. A pretty and petite creature that could not be more than 8 years!

Perplexed, Iori saw that the boy hurried step towards making Pantera hi hand and ran to him and greeted him with a beaming smile.

- Sir Gustav !!... I missed a lot ...

- I love you, smiled Pantera, lifting it to give you a hug.

- Why does it always disappears, Mr. Gustav? Why I can not tell you my mother?

- I think we've talked about it.

- You only tell me that if I tell you no longer see more.

- Right.

- But why come and get me?

- Do you prefer to disappear forever, then?

- NOO!, Do not want that ...

- So do not ask questions. I have my reasons, that's all. I'm keeping you forever, even when I do not see, is not that enough?

- You want me, Mr. Gustav?

Panther smiled and stroked her hair affectionately.

- come to see you think otherwise?

The boy took her hand and gave a little tug it down. Pantera understood and squatted to leave his face at the same height. The boy approached him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

- I want it too much, sir Gustav.

That was the straw that broke the camel's Iori. A mind control shit, fuck the shit recontra patience and to go unnoticed. Raging Wolf z-soul silver flooded the atmosphere. Pantera looked impassive, as if he had known of his presence all the time, the child also turned his startled eyes towards him. Long ago that nobody left the school, the street was, unless they deserted.

- did not know you were a damn pederast, Iori spiteful whispered, as if he were not a minor, and no time to reply was transformed into a wolf and chase after the child with an ugly growl ran out of there.

- Who is ...?

- Then I'll tell you, Giovanni. We will have to postpone our talk tomorrow, okay?. And quickly followed suit by taking the wolf black panther shape.

and ran some streets, spreading panic among the people and making the occasional car crash, until the wolf finally got a miserable street which are filled only when night falls and again human form with the intention of speaking. Or better said, to fight. Pantera did not leave, returning to human form, in turn, interrupted the one stealing a kiss, and before he could catch his breath to curse, Pantera spoke.

- If you intend to be jealous because I come to visit my son you're wrong on every inch, you know? I told you I do not like the scenes?

- ¿ YOUR SON?

- Yes Giovanni. He is 9 years. By the way, I have nothing to do with his mother, does not interest me, it was just something that happened when I was young.

- have a 9 year old son ?.... but if it does not look like you!

- like her mother went out, what do you want?

- not believe you.

- If I really encouraged me to seduce a child of that age, starting because I see very difficult, because it is not my style, you think you would do something so obvious as to wait outside the school?, or think you'd settle for a kiss on the cheek, while the deserted street?

- ... then you have a child ... He said Iori, after pondering for a while. It is very cute, her mother must be beautiful, suggested suspicious.

- It is, or at least it was. His name is Isabella, but not worth anything, a good slut for fun a night of drinking. Now is an alcoholic. So I come to watch Gio, to ensure it is in good health, not what is hurting and that is going to school. Then I thought going through his neighborhood to cover the debts that have insurance and see what other problems could be inserted. Before coming very sporadically, but now that the vice of Isabella has worsened, have to do it more often.

- you going to take to Paris?

- Not for now, is still very small, but I thought I had it when I do not know, twelve years.

- you think I follow you around?

- I hope so, because if I do not think is kick you out unless you do something unforgivable.

- Then try not to do anything unforgivable to stay. I like your son, Pantera, hopefully one day we can live with it.

- Yes, if you do not put their hands on ... What do you think I did not notice as you looked?

- "What?!, Not true!

- Ja ja ja ja . You are red!

- Shut up!

- Ja ja ja ja ja .....

- 're an idiot !.... I'm not a pervert like you! Pantera

kissed his boy, you do tease a lot of fun. The kiss did it to stop. Then the two set out to enjoy those little unplanned vacation in Rome. Maybe you could go out together with Gio next day ... no, not a good idea.