Cuckold collection 4 E-Book

Elisa Mazzarri

• Herausgeber: Publisher s22910
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Due to detailed descriptions and explicit language, this collection is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN TO MINORS UNDER EIGHTEEN The collection includes: - THE BEAUTY AND THE BRUTE DEPRAVED HABITS NEVER DIE - SINS OF A BOURGEOIS FAMILY - THE COUPLE AND THE PLAYMATE OF SEXUAL GAMES Three novels that describe the psychic and physical involvement of couples in search of sexual transgressions. They wish to satisfy their experiences involving a third person, enjoying the pleasure and with no jealousy on behalf of their partner. These are stories that go way overboard the traditional moral. An engaging spitting image of the new social trends in the digital era that bring together perfect strangers in search of libidinous variations, often theater of bisexual impulses. The common rule is one: climax

Leseprobe

Elisa Mazzarri

THE BEAUTY AND THE BRUTE DEPRAVED HABITS NEVER DIE

Novel

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Characters, names, last names, locales and procedures are the product of the author’s imagination. Any reference is coincidental.

Transgressors will be punished according to the copyright law (22/4/41 n°633).

CHAPTER ONE

Thursday, 8 a.m., finally. Bartolo Forbito was radiant, the moment had arrived. He jumped out of bed, opened the blinds, pulled the curtains aside and saw the sun high up shining like a star and no clouds. Perfect, a beautiful day is exactly what was necessary. He looked at the gardens in front of his house, extended his head to see the sea. It was calm, it would have been inviting and maybe crowded. It was June, but summer not always kept its promises. Bartolo (who loved to be called Bart) closed the curtains and went to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, he ran a hand over the stubborn hairs of his growing beard. It was too short to make him look like an engaged intellectual but long enough to hide that terrible scar that he had on his left cheek. He made a mistake the year before and got a big cut stitched at the hospital (where they asked him tons of questions) and ended up with a horrible scar. He had thought that he could hold on to an iron fence one-handed, since he had his video camera in the other hand. After waiting fifteen minutes he had to scratch his nose with the hand holding the video camera but being uncoordinated, he fell on the ground unfortunately on a spike of iron that had scarred his face. Covered with blood, but before going to the hospital he decided to bring the video camera back home. The video he was making could have led him to jail. He lost too much time before going to the hospital and was sutured without paying attention to aesthetics.

Bart continued to smooth out his beard, then with a small brush oriented the hair over the scar to hide it. He looked at himself, and as always, did not like what he saw. He was ugly, no lying about that. He had a long and crooked nose, small eyes, and little hair. And to make things worse he was even short. His thighs were long, but the legs were short. A point in his favor? He was thin. So what. It was years that no woman looked at him and he wanted all of them.

At twenty-nine years old his hormones worked perfectly, and he had a constant desire but had no intention to vent with prostitutes. He was afraid of diseases and he did not believe a condemn could guarantee safety.

Moreover, he didn’t even know what to do. What do you tell a whore? How do you start? When do you pay, before or after? They were stupid questions (since prostitutes do everything and fast). For Bart it would remain an unknown world. He got his pleasure by masturbating. But it was not a simple onanism, during those moments he created an almost real world. He would touch himself while looking at the scenes he was able to steal in his activity of technological voyeur.

He took a quick shower, ate a slice of pie, and drank coffee, then he got dressed. Black jeans, black belt, black T-shirt, and black tennis shoes. He didn’t wear anything else. It was the ideal clothing to move during the night.

He turned on his computer and looked at the pictures he had taken in the last six days of waiting. The girl he had chosen was about eighteen years old. He had identified her coming out from school and he liked her so much that he decided that she would be his next goal. Thanks to the directional microphone, he had heard in his earphones the exchange of small talk that Anna (he discovered her name easily) had had with her friend. The two girls had agreed to go to the beach club the following Thursday.

Bart knew the hour of their appointment, the place, the chosen beach club, and the cabin they would have rented, if they found one that was free. He had put in his backpack (black) the microphone and earphones and ran to his favorite store: NewTechnoSpy. Here he had ordered a camera big as a pin, installed in the upper part of the hook of the hanger, so it was not hidden by the clothing. It was absolutely invisible. In the supporting structure of the hook he had the store insert a microphone, a recording card, and a passive infrared motion sensor. The system would have started with the presence of someone in his range of action. The store had asked four hundred euro and six days to prepare it. Now, finally, the days had gone by and Bart could go and pick it up.

He went down his house stairs fast and went to his car. The store was thirty kilometers away. It was in the industrial area of the city, in the suburbs. He calculated that he need not less than one hour between the trip and the time to check out the mechanism. He succeeded in doing everything in forty-five minutes, risking a fine for speeding. But it was worth it. The girls would meet at ten-thirty and so, he had more than half an hour to wait.

He parked the car and went on foot to the beach club. He asked and got the cabin the girls wanted, he screwed the hanger to the wooden wall, then got out and gave the keys back to the lifeguard telling him he had a sudden emergency that would not allow him to stay at the beach. He told him he could keep the money for the rental of the cabin, saying it was his fault and wanted to pay. He left the beach club and went to where the girls would meet. He stayed back about fifteen meters from where the girls would meet and waited.

It was ten after ten, the wait would have been short. He spent time looking around. There were beautiful women all over. He imagined each one naked under their dresses and he would have wanted to spy on all of them.

CHAPTER TWO

On schedule, Anna and Chiara met at ten-thirty. They were smiling, kissed on the cheeks, then walked fast towards the beach club.

«Today, is the first time in a bikini this summer. You must look at me carefully when I put on the bikini and tell me how I look, and don’t try to sugarcoat it.» said Chiara, the girl that was a little heavier.

«I promise. You will do the same with me, too.» the friend admonished her.

Anna still had an adolescent face, long black hair and a red mouth by mother nature. She had long legs and nice hips. He weakness was her breast, she was barely a size 32A. But no boy had ever complained, so she never took into consideration the idea of a breast implant, there was still time for that. And then she had just started going out with a guy and he overwhelmed her with compliments, he told her he was madly in love with her and at least one surprise every day. It took Anna more than two weeks to give in to his courting. She had said yes to a pizza, the movies, the strolls, the long phone calls, and little gifts, but she did not allow him to do more than hug her in a friendly manner. Then one evening after a romantic dinner, it happened. He had brought her to his house since his parents had gone to a conference for his father. The wine, the music and Anna let herself go and had discovered that making out with her boyfriend was the most pleasant thing she had ever done. From that day they were together all the time, except today. He had to accompany his father to visit his sick sister who was hospitalized in a hospital in Bologna, so Anna had decided to spend that Thursday with her best friend at the beach.

«Will you tell me why you decided to get cabin fourteen and only that one?» asked Chiara.

«Because it is the one that my parents always got when I came to the beach with them. I’m fond of it, it’s like another small piece of my house.» answered Anna.

«For me one is good as the other. Will you go for a swim?»

«I don’t know. If the water is cold, then I will not. But I would like to, it invigorates me.»

«I get hungry right away.»

«At the beach club Lido they also sell small pieces of pizza.»

«Only if you tell me when I put my bathing suit on if I am too fat; I think I put on a few kilos since last year.»

«You may have gained weight, but with those boobs you have all the guys will look at you!»

«Don’t be stupid! Didn’t you see how they look at you on the street? Those who look at me think of one thing only. Instead they fall in love with you, not me.»

«You have had more boyfriends than me, though.»

«Only because I give it a little more easily than you.»

«And you don’t mind?»

«Should I? I do not know, I would say no. I do it because I like it, too. And I understood one thing that if I don’t do it they will drop me right away.»

Bart was entranced listening to the two girls. Neither one looked behind and even if they had, he was so ugly they would not have wasted their time looking at him. From his position he saw Anna’s hips while she was walking. Chiara’s behind was bigger, less attractive aesthetically, however pleasant to look at later in the video. It was always a stolen ass.

Anna was the one he wanted to save in his collection of recordings. Soon he would see her naked, he would discover the color of her nipples, shape and the hair on her pubis and the roundness of her buttocks. Once recorded, he could look at her every time he felt like it. He would have created a video of the pictures taken, all mounted in cross-fading, and then he would add the scene where the girl was naked. Marvelous. It would be like undressing her.

Anna’s recording would be number three hundred forty-nine. His goal was to reach three hundred sixty-five, one for each day of the year. Of course, he for some of them he would have dedicated more than one day, but it was important to cover the entire year. He would create a catalog with a database, and the field names would be: name, shooting date, location, date of birth, hair color, eye color, height, breast size, dress size, shaved pubis, hairy pubis, and special signs. Thanks to the easy program he would be able to extract all the records on a subject that in a specific moment he wanted to see. For example: all blondes more than eighteen years old with long hair, big breasts, and a very hairy pubis. He could pull up the recordings and put them together in another mounting. How much work to do! But that was his job, no other one. Bart who originally was a blue-collar worker, had won the first prize of WinForLife: one hundred thousand euro right away, four thousand euro a month for twenty years and one hundred thousand euro at the at the end. God had not given him beauty, but luck, yes!

Five years before, Bart had decided to see a psychiatrist. He did not want to change his life, he was only interested in knowing if his passion could be or considered a mental disorder. Yes, it was, was the straight forward diagnosis. Obsessive-compulsive disorder. Compulsive because he repeatedly continued his actions and obsessive because those thoughts were continuous through-out the entire day. The doctor has prescribed some medications and group therapy. Bart thanked him, paid and went towards the door. But before opening the door, he made his keys fall on the floor on purpose, so he could get down and take a quick look under the secretary’s desk: black underwear. Satisfied, he left.

The two friends reached the entrance of the Blu Beach Club. Anna smiled at the lifeguard, he recognized her and was happy to give her the usual cabin. Thank the lord that guy had to go away and had even paid for it! Chiara asked for two sunbeds, a beach umbrella, and a bottle of water. The lifeguard said he would take care of it right away. They would have found everything when they went down to the beach. Yes, the beach umbrella would have been the one closest to the shore.

«Are you going in first to change?» Anna asked her friend.

«We can change together if the cabin is big enough.»

«It’s big, four people can fit in it. I only asked you because I didn’t know if it embarrassed you to be naked in front of me.»

«Come on, we are women! I could care less. Let’s go. Later I want to see what the water temperature is, maybe if I have enough courage I will also take a swim. So, then I can lay down in the sun and get a tan.»

The two friends went towards the cabin.

Damn it! That bitch with a big ass will for sure cover my recording.

Bart had not foreseen this and got terribly upset. He tried to think of a solution but came up with nothing. The only thing was to be lucky. In any case the recording would not have been an exclusive one of Anna, she would always appear with that bitch of her friend. That was not good. He would have to make other recordings, somehow and where ever.

CHAPTER THREE

Bart spent the entire day on the lookout. He was hoping Anna would go in the cabin alone. But it didn’t happen. The friends swam together, laid in the sun, ate, and got dressed together. At six in the afternoon they left and went on their way home.

Bart followed Anna all the way home, he wanted to know where she lived. He was lucky. She lived on the first floor of a house with a garden. In front of the house there were trees that lined the driveway entrance. It could have been a good place to put a video camera. But before doing that, he had to identify the girl’s bedroom and understand if she slept alone or not.

It was too early to start a new stakeout. He would have come back later or tomorrow morning early. Now he had to go and recuperate his spy camera, before the lifeguard went by and cleaned the cabin. How to get in? Hiding or with an excuse?

He opted for the second possibility and walking fast went towards the Beach Club.

«Do you remember me? I came this morning, I wanted to go swimming, but unfortunately I was called for an emergency.» said Bart to the lifeguard.

The lifeguard looked at him and answered:

«Sure. If you want to take a swim now, you still have time. We close at seven p.m..»

«No, no thanks. This morning I think I lost my theater subscription in the cabin. It’s a dark card. Did you by any chance find it?»

«I haven’t entered the cabin that I gave you this morning, yet. After you came, two girls came and asked specifically for that cabin. If you want, I can run over and check.»

«Don’t worry, if no one is inside I will go in and check. It is easier for me to recognize it. Always if the card is there and I did not lose it somewhere else or that the girls took it. But I doubt they did, the card has my name on it and its use is personal.»

«So, I’ll give you the keys.»

Bingo!

Once again, luck had kissed Bart. Bart thanked the lifeguard and in five minutes unscrewed the hanger hook, put it in his backpack and went back to return the keys, said bye to the lifeguard with a last lie:

«It’s not there. I must have lost it in the hospital. That’s where I had to run off to this morning.»

«I hope it wasn’t something serious.»

«Serious or not, a hospital is always a bad place to be. Now I must go, thanks for the help.» concluded Bart. He shook hands friendly with the lifeguard and went home.

Although, he was anxious to see the recording, Bart stopped to buy something for dinner. He also bought a bottle of red wine and a package of chocolates with liquor. He could take in all the calories he wanted. He was thin and never gained weight. Yes, he did admit that this, too was luck. Bart knew he was a lucky person since he was a kid. If he participated in a school lottery, he would win. When he took an oral test he only received questions on what he knew. The lottery WinForLife was the biggest stroke of luck and made him recognize what his classmates had always told him: Bart, you have a broken ass!

Fortune had made him an optimist. He did not fear risky things, he was sure he would succeed. So, he thought he would be lucky to see beautiful recordings of Anna, without her big ass friend covering her.

He entered the house, lay down the paper bag with groceries on the kitchen table, the backpack on the dining table. Then he went to the bathroom.

He looked at himself again in the mirror and once again he found himself to be horrible. He was hideous, that is how he defined himself, there were no other terms. All his life he would be like this. Lucky, wealthy, slim, but ugly like a pimple with pus. It was also unthinkable to resort to plastic facial surgery. Too many operations. And then the thinning hair? Auto-transplant? Like that soccer coach did? No…never! He hated him.

He washed his hands, looked at himself again and concluded with a thought that was the summary that defined him: lucky, unhappy, and disturbed.

He threw the soap bar in the sink and went back to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of wine that he drank in one sip, then he took out the bread from the shopping bag, a can of tomatoes, a package of spaghetti and a package of blue cheese. He put the water in the pot and opened the cupboard to get the salt. There was none, finished. Shit. Now he had to go out again.

Pissed off, he returned to the street and rushed to the Supermarket. Before entering, he noticed a girl with long blonde hair, nice body, but with filthy clothing. Her sandals were worn out and her feet were dirty. She was holding a tin can with some coins in it to attract attention.

«Please… I’m hungry… give me something… just something…» said the young girl.

A fulminating thought struck him.

«Are you hungry? Can I do something for you?»

«Give me something…»

«Do you want a plate of pasta, a slice of meat and a cheese sandwich?»

«I haven’t eaten in two days, give me anything.»

«Then wait here for a minute.»

Bart entered the grocery store, got the salt and two steaks, a can of coke and some cookies, then left. The girl was still was there and was looking at him, hoping that the shopping bag was for her.

«Come with me, to my house. I’ll let you eat what you want.» Bart told her.

«No… I am afraid.»

«You mustn’t be afraid. You have nothing to fear with me. I only want to make you eat. Come, eat, and then go away. Just tell me yes or no, I don’t have time to lose.»

The blonde girl, about twenty years old looked at him trying to understand his real intentions. His stare did not look mean, and then she was hungry. She answered:

«Let’s go.»

CHAPTER FOUR

«Enter, don’t be afraid. I am a good person and you are lucky because I am also generous. I do not want to hurt you. Now I will cook the pasta. I got two steaks. Sit down where you want.» said Bart, with a soothing tone.

Piera could not believe it. Surely, he will want something in return …but hunger is blind, and when it gets to the extreme limits you are available to do anything.

«You didn’t even tell me your name.» added Bart, always with a soothing tone of voice.

«Piera» replied the blonde girl.

«Nice name. What were you doing in front of the grocery store? I saw that you were asking for charity, what happened to you?»

«I have nothing left.»

«Wait, don’t tell me only the conclusion. We can spend time talking, you can tell me anything, maybe I can help you, who knows!»

«I don’t know you. And I am afraid.»

«I can understand that, but you must calm down. Here you are safe. I only want to feed you. Oh, by the way I saw that your feet are dirty, why don’t you go take a shower? The clean towels are in the cabinet in front of the toilet and the blow dryer as well. Later I will give you one of my T-shirts.»

«And what do I wear underneath? No, it is impossible.»

«Now I will give you another demonstration of good faith. I will go down here at the corner and buy you something. If you are thief, you can take advantage of it and steal what you want. Otherwise, wait for me. I trust you, Piera. I’m going.» The girl looked at him appalled. It wasn’t possible. From where did that angel come from? She did not utter a word, she looked at him while he opened the house door and go out. She turned around and started to look all over to understand what type of man he was. Nothing strange around, there was a bedroom and a living room that was a mess, nothing to worry about. He was an IT guy, since he had a workstation with computer, printer and scanner. For sure he was single. There were no pictures of women and then if he had one, he would have given her one that belonged to his girlfriend.

But who is this guy? Is it possible that everything he says is true? All the guys that were close with me only wanted to go to bed. This guy instead does nothing but reassure me. He even went down to buy me something!

Piera decided that her search was over, and she sat in the kitchen and waited.

Bart came back after fifteen minutes with a skirt size 4, some sober and white panties, flip-flop sandals and a midnight blue T-shirt.

«Just in time, the store was about to close! I got you some things; do not worry, you do not owe me anything. Now go to the bathroom and see if something is missing, but there should be shampoo and shower gel.»

First, he went to the bathroom with his backpack and in a hurry hung the spy camera and then went back to the kitchen.

«All set, you can go. The door has a key and you can put a towel over the key if you are afraid I might spy on you. Go Piera do not be afraid. I’ll be cooking.»

The girl decided to accept. She took the clothes bought at the «Il Generoso»and went into the bathroom. She locked the bathroom door, covered the keyhole with a towel, then started to undress. The bathroom was clean and smelled of deodorant. She looked around, there were no porn magazines. When she was naked she turned on the hot water got in the shower and started to wash herself. She was smiling, she could not believe she had had luck, she never had luck. She stayed in the shower for about ten minutes, washed her feet carefully and then her hair.

When she came out of the bathroom, she looked like another person. She was beautiful and smelled of clean. The clothing fit her simply perfect and enhanced her young body. Bart admired her and said:

«The pasta is ready. Come Piera, I’m hungry, too.»

The girl devoured the pasta and finished before him. She waited for Bart to finish and then said:

«Thank you. I do not know how to repay you.»

«Ohhh! I already told you, you do not owe me anything. Now I will cook the steaks. Rare or well-done?»

«Nor rare nor well-done. I’ll do the dishes later and if you want I’ll clean up your house.»

«I have dishwasher and my house is clean. I have a maid twice a week. If you want to make me happy, tell me about yourself. Tell me what happened to you, why don’t you own anything anymore?»

Piera hesitated for a few minutes then started to talk.

«My mother died two years ago for a bad disease. She was a nurse and the only one working. My father had lost his job and did not bring a penny home. One day, to help manage the household, he started selling drugs. After one month they caught him, he tried to escape but a police officer caught him. He was desperate and tried to defend himself. The police officer hit his head on the sidewalk and died on the spot. He got a twenty-year sentence. Last year he committed suicide, and he used to tell me that he was subject to violence in jail. He just could not take it anymore. I stopped studying and worked as a maid in a notary’s house. But I was thrown out without being paid.»

«Why? Didn’t you sue the asshole?»

«No, it was my fault. I did not have a penny to eat, so I stole fifty euro from his wallet, while he was taking a shower. He caught me and sent me away without reporting me, fortunately.»

«Ugly story. Desperation makes one do the wrong things. And how do you manage the house? How do you pay the bills, the rent?»

«I was thrown out by the owner last week.»

«And where do you sleep?»

«I’m sleeping under the highway bridge, luckily it’s hot now.»

«But that is horrible! You could meet bad people, be raped, bit by mice, end up in jail. You can’t go on like this.»

Piera burst out crying. Her tears fell on the steaming hot steak.

«Don’t cry, think about eating. We must find a solution.»

CHAPTER FIVE

After dinner, Bart also offered some cake he had bought. Piera was so delighted she even managed a smile.

«I think that you…if you want…can stay here for a while. You could sleep on the couch in the living room. You can stay until you find a job. You are young and cute, someone while hire you as a store clerk or work in a call-center and even be a waitress in a restaurant. Don’t beat yourself down. I will help you look for a job. Online there are many offers for young people.»

«Why are you doing all this? You are young therefore not for a paternal instinct. You said you do not want anything from me, so…?»

«Have you ever heard of nice people?»

«Hear yes, but never met one before!»

«You see? They do exist.»

«Are you really saying I can stay over and sleep here tonight?»

«Absolutely. However, now I must do some things at my desk, work related. You can stay here in the kitchen and watch TV, it is movie time. Later I will give you clean sheets, a pillow and will leave the living room all to you. There is a comfortable couch, you will sleep well there. Excuse me, but I have to get to work.»

«Don’t even mention it. Just one thing: you didn’t tell me what your name is.»

«Bartolo, but I like to be called Bart.»

«Okay, so I’ll call you Bart. Enjoy your work.»

The man went into the bathroom, took out the card from the spy camera and went towards the living room. He turned on his computer and input the recording card. While he was waiting for the copy from the card to his desktop computer was over, he went and closed the door. The movement sensor had worked perfectly. As soon as the girls had entered, the recording had started. Bart looked at the two girls get undressed. Every dress that was taken off increased his lust. The fat ass girl was cumbersome and often hid Anna, but he was able to see her completely naked. She was beautiful, small breasts, flat stomach, nice legs, a shaved pubis, round and firm buttocks. He stopped a frame where he could see her entire body and he remained entranced looking at her. He had wanted to masturbate but there was the blonde girl in the other room. He looked a bit at Chiara, and as expected did not like her. Cellulite, very hairy vulva, and already big heavy sagging breasts.

He decided he would reverse the recording on After Effects and using a mask he would have cut Chiara and contoured Anna, leaving her the only actress. He would add a heavenly background. But was it worth it? Luckily, there was no need to place the spy camera on the bed where Anna was going to sleep that night. Now he already had what he wanted. He just had to work on it a little bit.

Then he looked at the images of Piera taking a shower.

Breathtaking. The girl was indeed perfect. Her breast was firm, and her nipples were light colored and small. Her shoulders were boney and had a flat stomach. Her vulva was beautiful. The big lips were closed and not dilated by a big clitoris. She had a small tuff of black hair. Strange, since she was blonde. But sometimes it happened, he had seen other natural blondes like this in his movies. Piera had long legs, a firm butt and thin ankles. The woman of his dreams. A woman he could never have in real life. Now she was in his house, he could admire her beauty, but he would not dare kiss, touch or penetrate her…Damn it!

He filled in the database with the new records and more than an hour later left the living room. It was eleven o’clock at night.

He went to the kitchen and found Piera asleep on the chair in front of the TV. Poor girl, she must be really tired.

Bart decided to make her bed.

Shortly after he sat in front of her. The girl was in a deep sleep but was not snoring. Bart went behind her and slowly got around her nape and smelled her hair. He stayed in that position for a few moments, he had never been so close to a girl. It was dangerous, though. Piera could have woken up, find him there and scared run away. He backed off.

He sat in front of the blonde again. Her legs were crossed over and her thighs slightly uncovered. Immediately Bart saw the images of a naked Piera go throw his mind. He sat there watching her thighs, he got down to be at the same height. Then his glance went up to her breasts and remembered he had forgotten to buy her a bra and now he could see her nipples through her T-shirt. How much would he pay to lick them!

It was wonderful to admire her in real life, without being seen. It was much more complete, there was no monitor, but a real person. Of course, he could have never seen her naked, but just looking at her thighs and imagine her nipples was so exciting. Bart had an erection. Anna and Piera had excited him and deserved an orgasm. He put his hands on his pants and was tempted to touch himself in front of the girl. She was sleeping, maybe she wouldn’t have noticed.

He banged on his pants, then he got in a position where his hands were hidden by the table and pulled it out. He could do it. He would come in less than a minute. He took a cloth napkin and wrapped it around his penis to welcome the sperm. He started to touch himself fast, always looking at her breasts and Piera’s legs. He did it all in less than one minute.

Silently, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

CHAPTER SIX

Not wearing a watch, Piera did not realize she had woken up at six-thirty in the morning. It took her some time to understand what she was doing under those sheets and then remembered. However, one piece of the puzzle was missing, how did she end up in bed? The last image she remembered was Harrison Ford on TV. Was it possible that Bart picked her up, took off her skirt, put her under the sheets and not remember it? She touched herself in between her legs and felt no discomfort or pain. She had not been raped. Silently, she got up and went to the bathroom. She looked through the drawers and found a toothbrush. She brushed her teeth and asked herself what to do. Get as much as she could and escape? No, that guy did not deserve it. Just simply go away. It was a solution, on the other hand under the bridge of the freeway there were two bags with all her belongings. Some dresses, T-shirts, underwear, a pair of boots, some books, a brush, two bars of soap and a toothbrush. She had to by all means get her stuff. She finished washing up and went back to the living room to change her panties and wear the skirt. She opened the shutters and saw that the weather was nice, the streets were already bright with sun and it had taken away that sad and dusty night

She took the sheets off the couch, she shook them and folded them, then lay them on the pillow.

Why didn’t I wake up when he brought me to bed?

Was I drugged?

The wine! That’s why. How stupid! I must stop thinking negatively about this guy, he has always been kind with me, maybe nice people really do exist.

Piera heard noise in the kitchen. Bart had woken up. She opened the door and went towards him.

«Good morning! Already awake?» asked the guy.

«Just a short while ago. When I woke up I couldn’t understand what I was doing in that bed.»

«Did you sleep well?»

«Very well. Did you bring me to bed?»

«Of course! You were sleeping like a baby. I picked you up and put you underneath the sheets. Once you were covered, I pulled down your skirt. Do you want breakfast?» asked a cheerful Bart.

«Thank you, thank you for last night. Maybe I should not bother you anymore. Maybe it is best that I leave.»

«You are free to do something so stupid. I will not force you to stay here, but I remind you that you can also decide to stay. We had a goal: find you a job. Why don’t you think about it?»

«I have some of my things hidden where I slept the last few nights. I have to go get them.»

«Now we will have breakfast, then I will accompany you with the car. Is milk, coffee and cookies ok?»

«Bart, you are so good, I feel guilty and am bothering you.»

«Come on, stop it. Why don’t you pretend that you and I are old friends and now I help you as real friends do?»

Twenty minutes later, breakfast was over. Bart had turned out to be a clever conversationalist, ironic and cultured. He had such good manners and never hinted about her beauty or used illusory metaphors.

«So, shall we go? Let’s put your stuff in the car and come back her. I must work a little bit and you could go to the grocery store. Do you know how to cook?»

«Yes, my mother started teaching me since I was a small kid. What do you like?»

«I adore seafood, but I eat everything.»

Bart started to gather his things to go out and Piera reflected ...incredible, this guy also wants to give me money to go food shopping! He is not afraid I will steal it, he trusts me completely…

In the car Bart turned on the stereo and put on a CD by John Pizzarelli, an incredibly good jazz guitarist and Piera listened and timed the rhythm with her foot.

They picked up the bags holding Piera’s few belongings and went back home, this time listening to old songs by the Queen.

«So, Piera if it is okay with you, here are twenty-five euro for grocery shopping, buy what you want to cook. I’ll be at my workstation, I have work to do.»

«That’s fine. You didn’t tell me what kind of job you have?»

«Computer stuff, do you know how to use a computer?»

«My mother had a laptop and I used it sometimes, then we had to sell it to make ends meet, when she died. Let’s say I am a beginner, just surf the net, mail a bit and Word. Nothing more.»

«That is what you need, right? I know more because I like it and it is my job. Talking about searches, we must visit sites where they advertise jobs. When you have finished in the kitchen we will look. Now go, please.»

«Right away. Excellent work, Bart.»

«Thanks.»

CHAPTER SEVEN

Spaghetti with «lupini» (a cheap version of clams) and sea bream cooked in the oven. Piera cooked everything and was happy to give back eight euro as change to Bart. They ate happily, the girl was in awe that she had passed from living on the street asking for charity to a table set and good things to eat that she had not had in some time.

While Piera was shopping, Bart had gone to get the recording card that he had repositioned before going to bed and he had looked at the new scenes of the blonde. She seemed even more beautiful, he had seen her naked and got excited, but did not satisfy his desire. He rushed to his computer to start working on his mountings. It was true, they were scenes of a girl that he had already seen naked, but the blonde was so fascinating that he decided to set aside his desire to reach the record of three hundred sixty-five different videos.

«Do you have a girlfriend?» Piera asked him directly, while entering the living room. Bart turned off the monitor and answered:

«No, I never have had one.»