The Dark Side of Red Lights Part 6

They were the gold capeis to the aura scattered what' n thousand sweet knots the avolgeas This way Petrarca saw his/her Laura.

The thick love shows yourself some details of which n.o.body normally realizes. This was another of the things that you/they had told me on the love, and at least on that I could agree with them. I saw in Giorgia things that I would not have noticed in nessun'altra woman. Even once in the library is sat next to us a cagnaccia that seemed to hardly be gone out of a film of Riccardo Schicchi, half undressed and that it cast me glances ammiccanti.

I looked only her at an instant, then my eyes were all for Giorgia. I could not risk to lose me certain expressions and certain smiles.

For some I was afraid of star to become fennel!

Pian pianino from the phone calls, to the meetings in the library, we also gave to meet us in our leisure time, to drink a beer together or to make two chatters among friends. More than three months you/they were pa.s.sed by now by our first meeting.

Three months and had not seen her anchors the gnocca! A black nick on my reputation of sciupafemmine.

There is to say that in that period I went in bed however already with two or three different women to week, therefore it is not that this big necessity I had to do determined physical exercises, however for me you/he/she has never been a problem to make some extras, rather.

For a good week I didn't see her/it more in the library and even out. It had to take an important examination and accursedly difficult.

You/he/she had already given him for well three times, and in everybody and three the attempts you/he/she had not even succeeded in reaching the sufficiency. And to say that however she was one gotten used to bring home feel happy votes, but the subject was quite a lot difficulty and its teacher, from that that sustained her an authentic stupid!

This time had decided to devote it becomes animated and alone body to the study.

I called once only her that week, when he/she answered me I understood that it was particularly tired and worn-out, therefore we spoke few and then I left her/it alone.

Tuesday was the day of the examination the prophetic day of the disappointment or the reward.

The morning I could not do anything else other than to think about her, as was the examination going? What questions would you/they have done her?

Toward the two in the afternoon, while I was being on the undecided couch there whether to do me or I lead a saw to deceive the time, a call it arrived to me on the jail cell.

Was her!

I went to answer with impatience, trying to a.s.semble me on immediately to interpret his/her tone of voice and therefore his/her state of mind.

The result of that examination you/they would immediately have made him known after the term of the test, therefore surely you/he/she was calling me to make the result know me.

I answered.

On the other side of the cornet anybody scream of joy and outlet, anybody tear but not even any victorious laughter. It had entirely a normal voice, as if you/he/she had just returned to shop to the supermarket.

Then? As you/he/she has gone? I asked her impatient to know the answer.

Eh, from the, malaccio has not gone.

It was his/her answer some cold and generic.

I didn't understand if it were a good or an evil, that sentence could mean everything as nothing.

Malaccio has not gone? What does he/she want to say? Have you pa.s.sed the examination?

You/he/she had not perhaps pa.s.sed him/it but you/he/she had been all right some other times, or you/he/she had pa.s.sed him/it with the least one and it was not satisfied entirely of the result that would have influenced his/her general average.

Yes, yes, the examination at the end I have pa.s.sed him, even if it was accursedly difficult as the other times.

It didn't have a satisfied voice while it was making that affirmation.

Be', but have you accepted him the vote? Doing want you can still retry always and to hope in something in more, no?

I tried to console her/it, even if I didn't feel her/it sad.

But yes from the, at the end I have decided to accept him/it. Also because I don't think I could take more than I have taken today.

There was some silence, she was the queen of the suspense, then to a line a cry of joy for a little it didn't break me the eardrums: I have taken twenty-nine, I have broken him the culo this time to that accursed old man!

Had pa.s.sed him/it, and almost with the maximum one of the votes! I believe it that it was to the seventh sky, you/he/she would have been him/it whoever to his/her place.

A beautiful joke had thrown me, you/he/she had made me worry. I was happy for her!

An event of the kind owed for strength celebrated being, and so we decided to meet us the evening to toast to its success.

It was the first time that we saw out us of the library.

I have to say that I was enough shaken. If I think well it it was my first real exit with a girl in absolute, every other time the exit was only a loss of time in attends him to make s.e.x.

Besides, when you go out with a girl with which you already know as it will go to end you are calm, relaxed, sure of you. You already know as to behave you, you have accustomed there, you have made him quite a lot times, nothing it frightens yourself, sting straight to your objective, and you know that on the other side you have a person that desires as perhaps yourself you desire her.

You/he/she had always been this my strength. The girls went out with me because you/they had felt the legends that turned on my account, and they wanted to ascertain that they were true, not because they found me nice or because I treated her in particular way.

I knew what they wanted, and I knew that in that circle I would never have disappointed her.

With Giorgia instead it was not this way. From what I knew her you/he/she had never felt to speak of me, neither in well neither in badly, therefore of certain it didn't go out with me to meet one" legend."

There is also then the fact that had not sincerely expressed never an interest in my comparisons that it purely was not friendly, and me an exit in friends.h.i.+p I didn't even know thing it was.

Obviously I knew that it was not as if I went out with one friend of mine: to go around to party, to get drunk himself/herself/themselves and to make himself/herself/themselves I boast of his/her own belches and of the own scoregges it didn't seem me the case, therefore I knew how me would not be due to behave.

But what I instead would have had to do? To go to the cinema? Perhaps too much intimate. Cenetta out? Perhaps too much binding. Done walk to the clear one of moon? Perhaps too much romantic. To the end decided that I would have left to her the choice. To her the first movement! I would have had only to behave accordingly me so that to reduce to the least one the risks of error or incappare in some embarra.s.sing situation.

I pa.s.sed her to take at nine o'clock under house, I had the car while she still turned with the half public, and the case didn't seem me to send alone around her with the dark.

Went out of the front door of his/her building, was very beautiful!

Until then I had never remained so fascinated by his/her physical aspect, perhaps because I always had him and only it approves some dowdy, to go to study in the library, or perhaps because it was the situation to be changed, or even I was changed really me.

A lives shoulders black discoveries with some frills that it finished fifty-fifty thigh, two cry shoes with heel not too much tall, a small pochette to exalt even more his/her elegance, a veiling in more than makeup that went to emphasize his/her beautiful features.

I felt me ridiculous, I was dressed practically normal, from every day, a dark blue jeans and a black s.h.i.+rt, in front of her I seemed a b.u.m.

We chose the destination, or I did better her choose to her. In a paesino to about twenty kilometers there would have been a small party that evening, with stands full of trifles, music, good food and happy people.

We immediately started there toward the destination and in mezz'ora we were there.

The evening procedette in the best of the ways. We joked, we laughed, we told us some our lives, even if obviously I could not reveal so many anecdotes. We were two happy boys that we rubbed of everything and of everybody.

You were sociable, amusing, happy, intelligent. I would never have thought about being able to find all those characteristics in an only woman.

Until then the girls that I had met me they were separated in three categories: - Ugly and intelligent - Stupendous and stupid as hens - Ugly and stupid at the same time The nice and intelligent category seemed an utopia, a legendary figure, a something that you could see only to the cinema.

And I had really there instead in front of me one of it.

They started to pa.s.s me for the head you estrange thoughts, I became me account that I desired more her every second. Its charm bewitched me as the song of a siren, I didn't succeed in withstanding her anymore and I knew that if I/you was let me escape that opportunity that the sky was giving me, I would probably have regretted him for very, a lot of time.

It was not easy however as with the others. In my mind they started to weave one on the other all the techniques of approach that I knew, the whole effect sentences that I could conceive, all the gestures, the movements, the trucchettis that I would have been able to try with her to try to conquer her and every time I told me that you/he/she would not have gone, that would not have worked with her and even I would have made a bad impression and I would also have gambled away that that could be my only opportunity.

There was middle something more of the simple sweep with a girl, our friends.h.i.+p there was middle.

I reasoned as a fighetta!

The evening turned at the end. Too soon for my tastes.

I had not succeeded in concluding nothing, but however we had pa.s.sed a beautiful evening. I accompanied again her to house. While I was driving I thought": Ok, has the last opportunity, you have to kiss her/it under the front door of his/her house", after all it worked in the most greater part of the films.

I was a.s.sembled only on that, it was my objective number one.

We arrived under his/her house. Its front door leaned out on a narrow lane in which you/he/she could pa.s.s only one car at a time, and the providence wanted that really at that time another car behind of me it took that street, therefore I would not have been able to stop me in front of its front door and to make to go down her/it greeting her/it from the car.

I turned to the first intersection, I left the car in the first free parking lot and I intended me to accompany her/it to the front door.

All seemed to spin smooth!

To each footstep that we did for reaching the front door my heart beat faster. I knew that we were approaching there to the point of the I don't return where I would have had to do something, and I became more and more shaken.

We reached the front door.

Ok, has arrived she exclaimed.

Already, ended evening I answered.

You/he/she has been really a big beautiful evening, me he/she wanted us really after this stressful period of study. Thanks endless for your company to for what you have done for me.

But imagine, have not made at all then granche. and however has also made pleasure to me, to lot! That is. it is not that The have invited only out you for you. The wants to say. in short. Thanks also to you of the beautiful evening.

I had stammered some, he/she was seen that I was some nervous. You mentioned a smile. Looked at there in the eyes, instants that seemed eternal, were that the correct moment, I felt him/it to me! It seemed done he/she waits for, one of that magic moments where you know that you can never fail. There, in silence, looked at there, one of forehead the other, our proximity was such to have already notched the sphere of intimacy of the other, and since she had not made any gesture to get further meant an only thing: desired that proximity how much me!

Ok, is the correct moment. I have to kiss her/it!

Now I let then you go. You will be tired, you/he/she has been one stressful period. You go home and you see to rest well you for!

But what cabbage was saying! Everything of a line gathered me the fear that something could go twisted, and those words automatically went out of my mouth as self-defence to take the distances.

Yes, you are right. I think that I will sleep at least ventiquattr'ore of spins! Shortly feel then there! Good night!

Its expression slightly seemed disappointed, or perhaps one impression of mine was alone.

Good night.

I turned me and I started to walk toward the car. Sky that coglione that was! Probably an occasion so you/he/she would not be occurred anymore. I cursed me to every footstep, bofonchiavo as a sclerotic old man and I accused me to be a loser, when to a line I felt a hand that from behind grabbed me for a shoulder, I turned me and in the turn of a fraction of according to I found me his/her lips against mine that granted me the most beautiful kiss that I have ever received!

Chapter 11.

The relations.h.i.+p with Giorgia went to swollen sails.

I had never been so much time with a girl, rather, perhaps in all of my life I had never been with a girl, s.e.x apart.

The first weeks were that that more beautiful it existed to the world, we had a good time, we were together, we made the love. The love! It was not as to sweep, it was something different, stronger, deep.

I was prepared to do for her anything, every time that I was able I brought her/it to eat in some nice restaurant, or in some romantic spot. Every day a surprise, was what I wanted for her.

They came me so so many ideas and the fact that we didn't see us every day because of the study left even more me time to think and to contrive again something to offer her.

Had departed in fourth grade, I was loaded!

You/he/she has perhaps been that my greater mistake.

I wanted to offer her world, I wanted that nothing never missed her, but I had not made case twos factors: the time and the money.

After sometime it was difficult to find new places more and more in which to bring her/it, to give her new emotions; more I went on, more to invent me new things I had to lift my searches to more expensive and exclusive places.

My finances were not boundless.

I studied, I had to maintain me and the time that I had available it allowed only me a small lavoretto part-time as waiter three evenings to week. Of certain the money that I earned hardly served to make to arrive at the end of the month to me. I had put aside some mite in the period in which I offered payment s.e.x, and they were not few, but of certain they were not endless, and plain pian my finances were made more and more miserable.

I didn't succeed in proposing anymore you post her new, she said that her didn't care, that was enough her to be with me, but for me it counted a lot instead.

We came to allow not only us a cenetta in a very expensive ristorantino week, then, later not very, also that was starting to become excessive.

It was my first true love story, and I wanted to live at the most her.

I needed money.