Another day was about to begin. Today would have helped the people and someone else, however, would remain disappointed, but Adolfo, in truth, had no major bias. To him, all the people who came to him were worthy of getting her help but, not all those people could be helped. Federica was to help, for example. She was not like other women. She knew that wine from Piedmont that Adolfo had tasted the first three years but which could not remember the name but the flavor had impressed on the palate and tongue. In truth, although I hope, Federica had left "to fall" despite his repeated attention to show some goodwill. Adolfo but went his way. He knew that the real possibilities of riassaggiare that excellent wine from Piedmont, but few were actually knew also that, despite its rough appearance and his reputation as a Don Juan, had a certain charm about women and then its position in the office, awarded him the status of "important person" that people should respect that, even Federica was compared.
One November night something unexpected happens. Adolfo while he slept, his phone announced an incoming text message. Sender number: unknown. The message read : he's small but deadly. I am old but I was not . You're dead and do not know. End of text and end of rest for Adolf who is worried, not just to read and reread those strange words. Try typing that number of mobile phone rang, but no one answered. The next morning
Adolfo was not the same as always. Did not give to see why the concern, however, was focused on the job and the people to help that day, but he needed help. The day ended at the usual time but his mood had not changed. Adolfo still read the message of the night but now he remembered the words by heart and could not give them their full meaning. Maybe this a joke? Perhaps a mistaken identity? All right! Perhaps a mistaken identity. He decided to send in turn an sms to that number apparently unknown saying that there had been a mistaken identity and that he had nothing to do with that face. He sent the message
pondering the words properly and for a time 'was in machine - was headed home for more than two hours but was blocked from traffic - staring at his phone in the hope that announced a text message received. The phone remained silent that night. That night and throughout that month. In reality the phone is not never announced an sms from that number and eventually even began to forget those Adolfo disconnected phrases.
the morning of December 24, 2009 Adolfo was firmly seated in his big chair in front of his big desk in his large office. Federica had come that morning to see him, for a Christmas card. Eventually the magazine was, and who knows, maybe you could have any chance to invite her to dinner or lunch.
Enza, a faithful and ever present secretary Adolfo (also remained unmarried because although it was a beautiful girl at the time) announced to the presence of Adolfo Federico. Shooting Adolfo you smell your fingers and smell the result of its investigation was not good. In fact, the night before, perhaps because of the excitement of meeting the next day the beautiful Federica, Adolfo had paid a woman to spend hours of intense sex on her couch. Adolfo despite his appearance, he had never had problems with women. He had been few and had always been "honor" but lately he happened to have erectile problems often and had therefore decided to adopt a dual strategy. First, it should no longer use the bed. Some time ago after a tennis match, a close friend confessed that glia had the most suitable place for a sexual encounter was the sofa and when he could take home the good government of which Adolf never stopped talking, he would have "use" just the couch and the bed ever!. The friend did not give a convincing explanation, but told to Adolfo different "experiences" from the couch, had convinced him that a hundred per cent. A second thing Adolfo decided to test his State and his couch with girls for a fee, to avoid bad figures and spare no effort in performance. Certainly the dignity of man was not affected because the prostitute was to be called Federica (at least on the couch) and even the appearance of the prostitute, in the mind of Adolf, was the woman so desired. The test on the couch the night before, however - perhaps because it was the first thought Adolfo - was disastrous. The desire was as a prostitute and had been carefully chosen to verosimigliante Federica and then the light was turned off and Adolph had even paid extra for being able to call in a loud voice "Federica, my darling." But all these measures together did not give even a semblance of our erection. At one point, the pride of old Don Giovanni had the better of the new state of helplessness and not focused so little to give an orgasm at the young prostitute now entered fully into the beautiful Federica but tired of being held by a hand without a grace and certainly condom.
The evening before the meeting of working with Federica was therefore a disaster but the howl of pleasure that the federation had played a payment at the end of the performance "abusive" by Adolfo had left a few good hope and a pungent smell on fingers of the right hand Adolfo took care to sprinkle perfume (he always kept a bottle of the best on a desk drawer) to cover the misdeeds of the previous evening before the sweet presence of Frederick.
you the truth, although he knew from Adolfo time and entertain with him in private and some lunch Telefonat apart, had never given to Adolfo just a kiss, for the truth, anyway, had stolen her against her will. In fact, Federica - a bit 'out of shyness a bit' to a certain benevolence towards Adolfo - never had much mortified nor furtive gesture nor the kisser since then - a little over two years before - had never stopped hope.
The meeting was highly anticipated, but fairly anonymous. It 's true that Federico had shown in all its glory polite and condescending but just won the favor by Adolfo who asked had announced soon an urgent commitment and feared a remote possibility that Adolfo and she could meet again this week to get coffee. So much had enough. Adolfo Federico dismissed with a kiss of greeting and a slow caress her face soaked soft and smooth Federica perfume and sprinkled just a something.
few months later, little had changed in the life of Adolf: he was the head of his office and was still a point of reference for Federation and all those people who were in need of his good but he had not stopped going to prostitutes and had not stopped the fragrance right hand. One morning in March outside the snow was falling copiously and Adolfo could not understand what had happened. Enza, the faithful companion of a life's work was not in place. Adolfo walking nervously among the eight walls of his room - his room is actually composed of two rooms connected by a large door - thinking about the reasons he was able to push Enza not come to work that day. It had never happened in 25 years. Not even when Adolfo had communicated to the then young Enza that their relationship had to end for the good name of the office and the career of Adolf who was still on the rise. On the desk he noticed, among others, a newspaper that he had never seen before. It was not a newspaper but a monthly medicine. On the first page of a strange title: Discovering the cause of "cancer" of Don Giovanni. Adolfo became curious and read the article about the discovery. The newspaper for the truth was a few months old but the news was new to the terrifying Adolfo. A virus transmitted only through sexual intercourse affects people in a subtle and implacable: men with a terrible helplessness and women with a total infertility. Genital organs, it said in the article, after a process of incubation of the virus that can last more than twenty years, were attacked and "annoyed" by the virus. The ovaries will decompose in a few months while the male genitals to shrink after a long period of normal operation. Adolfo immediately associates the news to his state of helplessness and began cold sweat. Threw the paper down and out and saw a white envelope and sealed.
Inside, a sheet almost all white and only a few seemingly meaningless words but not for Adolfo: He's small but deadly. I am old but I was not. You're dead and do not know.
One November night something unexpected happens. Adolfo while he slept, his phone announced an incoming text message. Sender number: unknown. The message read : he's small but deadly. I am old but I was not . You're dead and do not know. End of text and end of rest for Adolf who is worried, not just to read and reread those strange words. Try typing that number of mobile phone rang, but no one answered. The next morning
Adolfo was not the same as always. Did not give to see why the concern, however, was focused on the job and the people to help that day, but he needed help. The day ended at the usual time but his mood had not changed. Adolfo still read the message of the night but now he remembered the words by heart and could not give them their full meaning. Maybe this a joke? Perhaps a mistaken identity? All right! Perhaps a mistaken identity. He decided to send in turn an sms to that number apparently unknown saying that there had been a mistaken identity and that he had nothing to do with that face. He sent the message
pondering the words properly and for a time 'was in machine - was headed home for more than two hours but was blocked from traffic - staring at his phone in the hope that announced a text message received. The phone remained silent that night. That night and throughout that month. In reality the phone is not never announced an sms from that number and eventually even began to forget those Adolfo disconnected phrases.
the morning of December 24, 2009 Adolfo was firmly seated in his big chair in front of his big desk in his large office. Federica had come that morning to see him, for a Christmas card. Eventually the magazine was, and who knows, maybe you could have any chance to invite her to dinner or lunch.
Enza, a faithful and ever present secretary Adolfo (also remained unmarried because although it was a beautiful girl at the time) announced to the presence of Adolfo Federico. Shooting Adolfo you smell your fingers and smell the result of its investigation was not good. In fact, the night before, perhaps because of the excitement of meeting the next day the beautiful Federica, Adolfo had paid a woman to spend hours of intense sex on her couch. Adolfo despite his appearance, he had never had problems with women. He had been few and had always been "honor" but lately he happened to have erectile problems often and had therefore decided to adopt a dual strategy. First, it should no longer use the bed. Some time ago after a tennis match, a close friend confessed that glia had the most suitable place for a sexual encounter was the sofa and when he could take home the good government of which Adolf never stopped talking, he would have "use" just the couch and the bed ever!. The friend did not give a convincing explanation, but told to Adolfo different "experiences" from the couch, had convinced him that a hundred per cent. A second thing Adolfo decided to test his State and his couch with girls for a fee, to avoid bad figures and spare no effort in performance. Certainly the dignity of man was not affected because the prostitute was to be called Federica (at least on the couch) and even the appearance of the prostitute, in the mind of Adolf, was the woman so desired. The test on the couch the night before, however - perhaps because it was the first thought Adolfo - was disastrous. The desire was as a prostitute and had been carefully chosen to verosimigliante Federica and then the light was turned off and Adolph had even paid extra for being able to call in a loud voice "Federica, my darling." But all these measures together did not give even a semblance of our erection. At one point, the pride of old Don Giovanni had the better of the new state of helplessness and not focused so little to give an orgasm at the young prostitute now entered fully into the beautiful Federica but tired of being held by a hand without a grace and certainly condom.
The evening before the meeting of working with Federica was therefore a disaster but the howl of pleasure that the federation had played a payment at the end of the performance "abusive" by Adolfo had left a few good hope and a pungent smell on fingers of the right hand Adolfo took care to sprinkle perfume (he always kept a bottle of the best on a desk drawer) to cover the misdeeds of the previous evening before the sweet presence of Frederick.
you the truth, although he knew from Adolfo time and entertain with him in private and some lunch Telefonat apart, had never given to Adolfo just a kiss, for the truth, anyway, had stolen her against her will. In fact, Federica - a bit 'out of shyness a bit' to a certain benevolence towards Adolfo - never had much mortified nor furtive gesture nor the kisser since then - a little over two years before - had never stopped hope.
The meeting was highly anticipated, but fairly anonymous. It 's true that Federico had shown in all its glory polite and condescending but just won the favor by Adolfo who asked had announced soon an urgent commitment and feared a remote possibility that Adolfo and she could meet again this week to get coffee. So much had enough. Adolfo Federico dismissed with a kiss of greeting and a slow caress her face soaked soft and smooth Federica perfume and sprinkled just a something.
few months later, little had changed in the life of Adolf: he was the head of his office and was still a point of reference for Federation and all those people who were in need of his good but he had not stopped going to prostitutes and had not stopped the fragrance right hand. One morning in March outside the snow was falling copiously and Adolfo could not understand what had happened. Enza, the faithful companion of a life's work was not in place. Adolfo walking nervously among the eight walls of his room - his room is actually composed of two rooms connected by a large door - thinking about the reasons he was able to push Enza not come to work that day. It had never happened in 25 years. Not even when Adolfo had communicated to the then young Enza that their relationship had to end for the good name of the office and the career of Adolf who was still on the rise. On the desk he noticed, among others, a newspaper that he had never seen before. It was not a newspaper but a monthly medicine. On the first page of a strange title: Discovering the cause of "cancer" of Don Giovanni. Adolfo became curious and read the article about the discovery. The newspaper for the truth was a few months old but the news was new to the terrifying Adolfo. A virus transmitted only through sexual intercourse affects people in a subtle and implacable: men with a terrible helplessness and women with a total infertility. Genital organs, it said in the article, after a process of incubation of the virus that can last more than twenty years, were attacked and "annoyed" by the virus. The ovaries will decompose in a few months while the male genitals to shrink after a long period of normal operation. Adolfo immediately associates the news to his state of helplessness and began cold sweat. Threw the paper down and out and saw a white envelope and sealed.
Inside, a sheet almost all white and only a few seemingly meaningless words but not for Adolfo: He's small but deadly. I am old but I was not. You're dead and do not know.
Tua, Enza.
of Amantea
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