Speaking of Bob
For last Saturday of February, Moris decided to organize a party to the pub for his/her birthday and churches to Dafne to help to organize him/it the everything.
«Needs to buy the material, I want to make a party to theme, something of detail, all Brera will have to remember himself/herself/themselves my birthday! Daf you have some idea? This way we begin to prepare the invitations. Will you help me true?» the churches Moris.
«You need to ask me him? Certainly that I will help you! Will be the birthday of the year! I now stop by Bob, so I already tell him that next weekend job. We feel there in the afternoon and you will see that I will already have thought about something.»
«You feel Dafne, if you already have appointments it doesn't care, me.»
You immediately interrupted him/it.
«Any appointment already organized, calm. By now we cohabit and the time together doesn't miss us. I prefer only immediately to inform him/it.»
It smiled at him and it did for racing to the car, but Moris followed her/it.
«Because I have the impression that you have to ask him the permission? I have felt you the other day to the jail cell, you gave him explanations on the fact that I/you had asked yourself to work sometime longer. And then the times that it comes here it waits out yourself, and granché doesn't die from the desire to greet; you know, it was some that I wanted to tell you him.»
«But what do you say? I don't even remember of what phone call speaks. it doesn't enter because he/she doesn't want to invades my spaces. It seems cold, I know him/it, but I assure you that it is not quite this way. A thing is certain: if it was able, it would never make me work!» embarrassed Dafne visibly responded.
«It would never make you work here, perhaps.»
«But what you say Moris not to distort. If you had the opportunity of breaking the ice you could also get along. Don't make the paranoiac! The fact is that Bob works to the exhaustion, and when you/he/she reenters he prefers to be at home first possible, that's all. The now escape!»
It quickly climbed in car after having him given as a present an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
Dafne had tried to justify Bob to the eyes of Moris. Despite this, the affirmations of its friend had shaken her. It was nervous for the fact that the antipathy of its man towards its head had been perceived, and somehow you/he/she had tried to collide with.
Despite everything, some, hour later the news of that weekends worked instigated in Bob an immoderate reaction.
«What it means that will work the whole weekend for his/her birthday party?» churches howling, after having beaten the hands on the steering wheel «it doesn't have them any friends to make himself/herself/themselves organize a party? Does it have to ask him/it to the employees? You should think about making interviews Daf, and you persist you instead to be in that postaccios to make to exploit you!»
While Bob expressed his/her thought with vehemence, the car you/he/she suddenly seemed to be too tightened for both. Bob hardly parked the auto, Dafne shelled out in a second. He reached her/it grabbing her/it for a wrist.
«What cazzo you do? Don't touch me!» it said her wriggling himself/herself/itself.
Him the resumptions the arm forcedly driving her/it toward an alley that opened to their right.
«Not to shout me in face in this way Daf, and when we are speaking do you do me the favor to listen, have you understood well?»
You remained of plaster in front of that aggressive attitude; he held her/it against the wall with vigor. After some instant it found the words to react.
«Now you allow me and you immediately get further yourself; not to force to give you for me a kick in the middle of the legs» it howled with decision.
You released and runs toward the car, departing with a big sgommata. He leaned him to the wall and him it passed the hands in the hair, stunned to have lost the control to that way.
That evening Bob remained until late out. After lunch you/he/she had had out of town a meeting of job, from which he freed a lot after supper. Dafne waited him/it for alarm clock. You/he/she had tried to read a book, but you/he/she had realized that mezz'ora had served her for the same page. It considered to the scene in the alley, and he/she didn't succeed in believing in that reaction spropositata.
The noise of the keys in the lock made her try a sudden shiver. He emerged from the redemption, preceded by an enormous bunch of roses redheads. You looked at him/it with coldness, session remaining. Bob drew near, and you/he/she broke the ice.
«Love, doesn't know what is taken me. Forgive me Daf, you are me missed to be gone crazy.»
It handed her the flowers. You picked them up in hand and it leaned them on the tavolino of the stay; it felt him embrace from behind with a delicate hold. Bob began to kiss her neck, whispering her more times his/her excuses. You were angry, but more he went on to kiss her back, so much the anger slipped anymore away. Bob continued to murmur her his/her love and his/her excuses, with the voice that hand by hand he did more and more gasping.
«I am jealous of you. The go crazy to the thought that you spend burdens time with somebody hilts.»
Dafne didn't turn him, leaving that its lips kept on grazing her back, by now naked. Not as soon as it tried to unthread her bra, her taken back lucidity and he/she answered him:
«For me it deals with job; I help him/it to organize a party in the place. The birthday is a pretext to call people back and to work with fun. Today I would also have liked to invite you, but with that reaction you have not left the time of it. Moris is only a friend, and it is my head.»
Dafne would have liked other thousand things, to still explain his/her disappointment and to try to understand the nature of his/her gesture, but Bob was passing her fingers on the lips, inviting to kiss her to her. It looked at her with a lost look, as if void it mattered, whether not to induce his/her woman to make the love. With the other hand you/he/she had started over unthreading her bra. You didn't hesitate. They pushed on the couch and without withstanding over, Bob it slipped her inside, turning that disappointment into excitement.
To the dawn of the day later Dafne woke up in unusual way: Bob was caressing her breast with one of the roses that you/he/she had brought her the evening before. It smiled at her and it removed from her the covers of back, discovering her naked body.
That morning Dafne had a strange feeling: the gesture was exciting her/it so much, but it was afraid that, as the most beautiful rose, also Bob could hide her a prickly and painful side. It forgot not the ugly thought as soon as his fingers took the place of the flower.
The period that followed was everything anything else other than best.
Bob began his/her one man show war towards Moris. Every attitude of his, message or called they seemed to arouse doubts and unsuitabilities. The job in the cafe had become, in its head, the only obstacle for all of this that Dafne would have been able to do. With the time the situation became unbearable and the girl, its despite, he convinced that Bob saw the things in more objective way, both on the profession, and on the relationship with Moris. Its head was perhaps endeared indeed in particular way and her he/she didn't succeed in realizing of it, while Bob, from man, it was more able to appraise him/it. With these doubts in the head, in March 2005, Dafne told Moris that the moment had come to understand whether to do from great and that the place would have left. Moris looked at her/it for an instant, that seemed endless to her, without telling her void; then the takings the face among the hands and the forehead kissed her.
«After all worths of better. Don't forget yourself of us eh? You will be always here the preferred client. Good luck, small!»
You/they had worked together for less than one year but to both the eyes you/they were done shiny. Moris invented an urgent appointment not to face over that sudden regard, that for strange games of the fate, you/he/she would not have been a goodbye.
Dafne spent the following weeks to convince her
self to have made the best thing. In the meantime, Bob maintained her/it and, despite you/he/she often repeated her that they were a family, that momentary unemployment created to the girl a terrible uneasiness.
«I have proposed you four names last week, and you have fixed a solo an interview» it said him with suspicious, during a supper.
«I would like to choose alone the agencies to feel; I don't want recommendations, and I don't want to be looked at as that assumed because it goes in bed with Chellini. I didn't perhaps have to leave the cafe so in hurry.»
Dafne did for abandoning the table, but suddenly Bob grabbed him from behind pushing her/it toward the living room. Dafne turned him amazed toward his/her man; he for all answer grabbed him for the neck immobilizing her/it completely:
«You don't go from any part don't force to make me things of which would repent! The that cafes don't return us and the discourse is closed. You are indeed an ungrateful!»
He/she left the taking and it went away, dashing the door of entry behind of itself, with energy.
Dafne was on the couch, still incredulous for what had just happened her; you/he/she could not be convinced of as Bob you/he/she had immobilized her once more, threatening her/it.
Its head seemed to explode, he had again been aggressive. You/he/she had seen an unrecognizable look as the time in the alley. This time you/he/she had gone over, in way difficult to accept. Yet you/he/she had accepted him/it in silence, without not even reacting. That sudden violence of Bob had entirely him subdued and, some, hour later Dafne would inexplicably have forgiven her.
To the one at night Bob doesn't was not get back home yet. Dafne didn't even succeed more to think about what had happened. Ideas were other that tormented her/it: the fact that was late, the fear that Bob was around with another woman or the fear that you/he/she would not even have reentered. These doubts shook him, while the rest seemed ended in a dark angle of the brain. Everything could turn, the main point was that Bob returned from her.
At two o'clock at night the man opened the door of house. Dafne the runs meeting and to that point something of absurdity happened; it threw the braccias to his neck and it excused him beginning to kiss him/it with emphasis.
«We have lost both the control. My love, where have you been? Rather he/she leaves alone, it doesn't care. You are right on the job, I know him/it. The beg only you not to be I know for to long time away with the out jail cell.»
Bob interrupted her/it with a kiss, of those that remove the breath. The whole discourse that had in mind to make to be forgiven had not served. Bob had bewitched her completely.
They felt both that only to make the love would have been able to cancel that happened disagreeable, and so they ended on the table of the kitchen in unbridled effusions, as if nothing was happened.
The respectful Dafne of herself was as disappeared. Besides forgiving him/it and to choose not to clarify what happened, part of the responsibility was assumed. The anger had disappeared, absorbed by the fear that he could leave her/it. You/he/she had imagined him among the braccias of some attractive colleague, or in front of the grave of his/her/their wife, reformed to have forgotten her/it for a ragazzina without any ambition. All that thoughts had made her die of fear clouding entirely the brutal gesture of Bob.