'Would you like to come to my family's old house in Magreglio, up in the mountains?,' she suddenly asked. I replied at once. 'I'd love to.' I was quite surprised to hear myself answer so quickly, feeling of guilt and excitement (which were) mixed.
It was pouring with rain when Sandra arrived in her car at nine o'clock on Saturday morining, as arranged. I was so excited that I hardly noticed that the car was a very expensive Alfa Romeo- far bigger than she could have afford on her salary at Corvo Phrmaceuticals.
An hour later we were there.
'Where are your parents?' I asked.
'In Como,' she replied. 'Why?'
'Well, I thought they'd be here, doing weekend gardening and things,' I answered, still rather surprised.
'Why would I have wanted to bring you if they were here? she answered.
Looking back now, it was perhaps the most enjoyable weekend I've ever had. And I'd have a few relationships since then. Time passed.
'Let's go to Lugano this afternoon,' said Sandra suddenly.
After driving up to Belaggio, we took the ferry over Lake Como to Menaggio then up over the hill and down to Lake Lugano. We then continued round Lugano and parked the car. We kissed and then walked along to one of the extremely tidy cafes in the square. We ordered two of the large bowls of fruit, ice-cream.
After a few moments, Sandra looked around the square, looked her watch and then stood up. 'Toilet,' she said and disappeared inside the cafe. The ice-creams arrived and I started eating mine, wondering why she was taking so long. After five minutes I stood up to see where she was.
She was talking seriously to a very well-dressed man with a bald head and designer sunglasses, who was standing next to a silver Mercedes. The man was obviously quite angry. I saw Sandra open her bag and gave him a small package. She then said something else, then turned to walk back to our cafe.
I sad down again and ate some ice-cream. My heart was beating fast and I wondered what was going on.
'Sorry, Paul, there was a queue, and then I took too long doing my make-up,' she said when she got back to the table.
'Eat ice-cream. It's melting,' I heard myself say.
Apparently I had decided to be cool and try to find out what was happening laster on.
'Would you like to come to my family's old house in Magreglio, up in the mountains?,' she suddenly asked. I replied at once. 'I'd love to.' I was quite surprised to hear myself answer so quickly, feeling of guilt and excitement (which were) mixed.
It was pouring with rain when Sandra arrived in her car at nine o'clock on Saturday morining, as arranged. I was so excited that I hardly noticed that the car was a very expensive Alfa Romeo- far bigger than she could have afford on her salary at Corvo Phrmaceuticals.
An hour later we were there.
'Where are your parents?' I asked.
'In Como,' she replied. 'Why?'
'Well, I thought they'd be here, doing weekend gardening and things,' I answered, still rather surprised.
'Why would I have wanted to bring you if they were here? she answered.
Looking back now, it was perhaps the most enjoyable weekend I've ever had. And I'd have a few relationships since then. Time passed.
'Let's go to Lugano this afternoon,' said Sandra suddenly.
After driving up to Belaggio, we took the ferry over Lake Como to Menaggio then up over the hill and down to Lake Lugano. We then continued round Lugano and parked the car. We kissed and then walked along to one of the extremely tidy cafes in the square. We ordered two of the large bowls of fruit, ice-cream.
After a few moments, Sandra looked around the square, looked her watch and then stood up. 'Toilet,' she said and disappeared inside the cafe. The ice-creams arrived and I started eating mine, wondering why she was taking so long. After five minutes I stood up to see where she was.
She was talking seriously to a very well-dressed man with a bald head and designer sunglasses, who was standing next to a silver Mercedes. The man was obviously quite angry. I saw Sandra open her bag and gave him a small package. She then said something else, then turned to walk back to our cafe.
I sad down again and ate some ice-cream. My heart was beating fast and I wondered what was going on.
'Sorry, Paul, there was a queue, and then I took too long doing my make-up,' she said when she got back to the table.
'Eat ice-cream. It's melting,' I heard myself say.
Apparently I had decided to be cool and try to find out what was happening laster on.
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