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times, the routine, with no peaks
or troughs were driving me insane and after exactly a year
I quit and now…now I’m trying to get back into selling stuff.
But starting again after a year is hard. Not because I got
sick of it, but because all my clients have found other contacts.
After all this ranting, which you don’t want to hear
about, let’s move onto subjects more...sexy. I’ve always
been a bit of a lover, which is to say I’ve never been in love
or had any really serious relationship, maybe for all that
about me being an Aquarius. I like young men and get on
better with them socially too. I’ve never been interested in
people of my own age. My ideal range is 18 –28, tall,
handsome, muscled, but with a good brain and a nice
cock. Today you said ‘sex isn’t everything, only 50% of a
relationship'. Well I once met an amazing guy, tall and
hard-bodied with a melodious voice. Only problem, he had
a penis smaller than a seven-year old kid! And to be honest, I don’t think that relationship could ever have gone
anywhere. Sex has it’s role. I’m signing off, I’ll let you talk!
A wet kiss. Rosario”
He rested for a while and thought carefully about
their meeting. There was something strange for him; he
was thinking more about Lorenzo than Alex. But why? Alex
had been far hotter than Lorenzo, but Lorenzo was something else, and his physique had really been something.
Thinking on all this, he caught the time from the clock radio
on the bedside table. He had to get up early and it was
already half-past one so he turned over and tried to sleep. Dreaming, he saw, felt a strange amorphous monster trying, touching, trying to caress him, kiss him and he was escaping or wanted to escape, but couldn’t, held so tightly by the monster’s four arms and four legs, gripping, two of the legs binding, him completely locked. Wanting to scream, no sound would squeeze from his lips. Then he felt the monster’s long, green tongue protrude, penetrate his own mouth, suffocating him. In spite of the horror, there was a nagging sensation of pleasure. Far off a voice he couldn’t quite make out was calling, insisting…
“Rosario, get up, it’s late!”
Returning to consciousness, simultaneously seeing and hearing his mother trying to wake him up. He looked at his watch eight o’clock. Shit, it was late! He got up, went to the bathroom, had breakfast and left the apartment. He managed to get through all of his engagements by midday and, being still to early to go home and near Georgia Dagnino’s shop; he decided to drop in on her.

Part 4
    Giorgia was his only true friend aside from Francesco. In fact, it had been Francesco who had introduced him to Giorgia. Francesco had introduced him to the very few women who were a part of his life. Giorgia was a woman in her fifties, charming and attractive, obviously not for Rosario, but he could plainly see that straight men eyed her with great interest; though she was no spring chicken. She was tall and graceful with her hair cut short. She could be as polite or loud as anyone but she could be really harsh and arrogant with people who were asking for it.
    Other men would also admire her for her breasts, still resisting the gravity of age, and her round, but not disproportionate, ass and thin hips gave her an enviably hourglass figure.
    Francesco had introduced her, twelve years ago as an exceptional woman; a woman with balls, and Georgia had not liked him at first. He was not her type but she understood nothing about his ambiguity until Francesco illuminated her. Ever since, perhaps for curiosity, or for the fact that there would never be anything physical between them, they had entered into a pact of friendship that was founded on a sense of complicity.
    Rosario could talk to her without reserve and garnered valuable advice at the same time. She had married, separated and brought up two children. She became a grandmother when her son Michelangelo had his own child