Second star to the right, that's the way .
At 7 o'clock in the morning and fourth Monday of October a Master Giacovazzo fight a monster in front of a mirror with a little 'snake and some' tie, trying to strangle him in the most elegant, politically incorrect that a node does not hide the fat neck and the hair ingrown unlikely that the size was placed over a few days now. Dear Master
would snort, but it's morning and he is not, with that rump in the throat, the taste of coffee still burning on the tongue. It fits with his fingers the last blacks hair, looking each other and the proper fit for a man more attractive. Perhaps it is not true, but feels that the firefly yesterday was not lying, in short but intense quell'orgasmo in his Audi 84, which still makes her look great in the state to Mentone from 23:15 to midnight, in a couple of days alternating a week routine.
With fast pace comes into the bedroom. He takes his jacket and greets his wife, blonde (fake) sprawled on the bed (true) with a quick look: of course Martha is no longer a girl, that will not help his pajamas, but now is little more that a human shell to Lexotan and Serenas, but with an extra cellulite irrepressible and an aged mother to bear. While
closes the door test its first thrill of pleasure the day: Today is another day of success, the meeting with journalists (local) yet its effect. If they are journalists, with the look of hooves, the better: it manages to perceive with the ears the fragrance of her perfume so aggressive por homme, femmes that incites many and varied.
Coming from the palace, the beloved Master Giacovazzo grabs and the compliments of the small door pockets Giulio: forty years of service, as a friend. Also this gives the charge, yet another polished his body bacon among the options. Arrived in the street closes his eyes for a moment and feel the fresh air, autumn is finally arriving. Rigoli No more sweat to stain the eye, people will start to re-bored and will be willing to watch it.
clenching his fists, is moving toward the course, stop shrine trust. Receives yet another polished by Mrs. Fulvia, how beautiful this morning, she says, she answered him, dear lady, thinking of the years that pass for all. Who knows as it was twenty years ago, maybe two blows you gave them to him on that slut, he thinks. He takes his copy of the newspaper owner's pockets while the rest of spiccoli, who want the homeless to the left realizing that being there will not ever. The Master replied, pretending not to see it and you start to his gray Audi still valid. Sitting in the car
some holy blasphemy and his sexual habits: back pain still does not leave, you must enroll in the fitness center in order to straighten the situation. Not only that, he thinks, maybe in the evening, that of Anna, Cristina and Elena, the trio pussy office Vodafone. By placing mirrors
notices a small crumb of bread on the cheek, held there by a drop of jam. There rests a finger on it and then lick it, as before. Cleans wet finger in the newspaper, looking with a puzzled expression. Nothing new, a fire in a night school, only wounded the caretaker, international negotiations, that that which has the bowls that, another company could layoffs, death of a poet unknown to him. Lay the newspaper on the seat to his right, gently, and starts the engine. He looks around with a concentrated air, has never been good at driving. You enter the main road gearing first, then the second, a mother with a stroller and a third tries to cross, but the Master is just an excited child who comes third.
emerges a timid sun out, scratching the face and ass. Today is a great day and meshing with the fourth. With furrowed brows and a smile contract daydreaming his umpteenth day of star. Degassed to happiness among many streets of your city.
