and invited her to a glass of wine. Because it was goodbye and I thought an elegant way to carry out the dismissal. Sitting on the sofa, listening to romantic music (Serge Gainsbourg, our favorite singer). She wore a black dress and a hat. I a t-shirt and jeans. How beautiful is this song, she said. Yes, I sighed, I knew it was the last time I would hear together. How about the wine, I asked afterwards. It's good, "she said. I nodded, to do something, I do not think of anything too clever at times like this. Matilde then got up and started to look at my books. Both live and you spend reading, he said. I kept silent, as was right and while I was in total disagreement with her. Both to read and so little life, I wanted to tell.
I looked at her hips, swaying as if they wanted to hypnotize me. How pretty she is, but it is not mine, I thought. Key then the light in the wine and for a moment I thought it would be nice to drown in the bottom of a cup. What do you think?, Matilde asked suddenly. In you, I was tempted to say, but I bit my tongue and answered nothing. Does anything?, She insisted. In all, I said. She laughed so charming that it and said, always the same. Yeah, I guess, I answered.
He sat beside me with his glass half finished in hand. Are you sad?, I asked. No, the wine, I lied. She shrugged and took another sip of his drink. Yes, I am sad, correct. Not the end, we can call from time to time, "she whispered as she laid her hand on my knee. You're always so tragic, he said tenderly. I smiled as I could, drank some more and felt that I was a 'stay' in the language. I silenced her with some more wine.
Well, it's getting late, you better leave me and said rushing his glass up from the sofa. I stared at her legs. Black stockings. The length of her dress. The rubbing of the thighs beneath him. Perhaps it was the wine, maybe it was anxiety, but I sat up and pulled her to me decision. There was no resistance on their part, then we were kissing in a hurry.
I can leave tomorrow, gasped as we mutually quitábamos clothing.
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