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Trizia, Mark, and the nudist area
12 August, Friday morning
On Friday Trizia woke up still tired and dizzy, feet and ankles swollen. In the mirror she saw that the contour of the lips and the bridge of the nose were peeling. She was found it horrible. Luckily she had bought the moisturizer for the face, the previous afternoon, during a tour of the island. The pulled from his bag and applied it on my face. It was refreshing. She did not want to eat the usual croissants, and left on the table the breakfast tray still intact. Only sipped coffee and felt better. The morning would have remained in the shadow of the porch to complete the work he had saved on your computer in a hurry the day of departure.
Tied her hair back with a clip and put on his robe. Then, to extract the personal computer from the case, were scattered on the floor of the documents Trombley. While she collected, she remembered the customer just met and his exaggerated anxiety. It seemed ambiguous. She thought he would be a good one but annoying.
Might as well start from his practice, before she go back to if you took away the better. She sat on the porch and concentrated. Re-examined the situation and found that the measures do not coincide. She read: the deed, the store had an area of fifty square meters, the document was a hundred.
She wondered what the exact measurement was. She sought the answer in the documents in its possession, but could not find it. Only the person concerned could tell her. She decided that it was necessary to track him down. It was eleven; she had to be in the store. She poured orange juice into the glass and took out the telephone. She dialed the number. The phone rang at the other end. " Delicatessen " It was Trombley. "I'm the lawyer Stanzani" " Doctor, tell me, what happened?" The merchant was already shaking. "Nothing, nothing, all right," She said quickly. "Listen " The noise disturbed the communication."As she says, ham? ". "Trombley!" She said in a commanding tone and took a sip of cold orange juice. "Excuse me, there's a customer who is in a hurry, you know there is no confusion, we are preparing the exhibition of Mid-August, he knew how many people there already snooping!" She felt relieved, and hurried tone: "How many square meters is the store?" She drew back with the notes to the front door. The rays of the sun filtered from arbor on the porch and she could no longer read. "The store will be about fifty yards, it is not written in the deed?" A hoarse voice of an elderly woman cams in the ear of Trizia. "Because the land registry document is one hundred square meters!" She was on the threshold with the device in one hand and a piece of paper slipped to the ground. "The store was first divided into two equal parts of the deed, and I bought one." Other voices mingled with hers. "In this case you have not done a complete history, so the contest "She picked up the fallen leaf."One moment, I'll love right away; Doctor? "He raised his voice, he became nervous." Trombley, I assure you that we are an advantage for the use of the greeting" entered "She asked him," but she felt put down the receiver. The lawyer was satisfied, she felt strong and confident, had just checked that her experience and her insight formed a winning pair. She prepared to roll out the draft. She had just turned her back to the porch, when she heard the sound of hooves on the driveway. Approaching the finish line and saw Marco, with a high-cut suit and wearing a towel on his shoulder. The tan uniform stood out.
"Trizia the trouble?" Chirped a goldfinch on the tree at the same rhythm of his words. Marco called from afar, it was not his style appear without warning or without invitation or brothels. He had waited a long time. When she did not get was concerned. Trizia's face was smeared with cream, messy hair and still wore the pearl-colored silk wrap dress succinct. He had caught her by surprise.
From behind the door, she cleared her throat. "You're not supposed to be in the pool. Made, him realize, that he should not advance further. He stopped and spoke to her in full voice. "The appearance of the Triton, I wanted to take her to a place."
She had not planned to attend the park that morning. While to remove him, she replied quickly, "Okay, see you there." Marco turned on the hooves and returned to Triton. He had already done gymnastics in the water. He was glad to rest a little on the couch. He thought that Ross, the instructor, when it came to spending fatigue to others, not to spare. The sweat had made, in the water. The abs ached.
Lying on his back, face and stomach turned to the sun, was already better and the blood began well to the end. Trizia, glimpsed wrapped in that tiny dressing gown, now made her certain fantasies. He was going to take her to the spa pool at the top, the most panoramic sea views from the seats below the cascades for massage behind. Changed his mind, he preferred to take her in the nude. This holiday had not even had time to climb up to the entrance. He thought that going there with her would have been more pleasant.
Trizia arrived shortly after and Marco gave her the proposal. "To do something different, go, have fun, do not be shy?" He smiled just mischievous; he wanted to test his chances of winning, knowing how far to pus. Even Trizia smiled. She was enjoying himself, knew him. She had never been among nudists. Not for shame or prejudice, just had not had the chance. "Why not, it's a new experience," she added, "Let's go" and took him under his arm. He realized at that moment that shortly after would have to show under the sun, and her heart pounded in her throat. The blood was taken at the end. He had hunted in that situation, and would not have pulled back. The nudist area was secluded from the centrality of the swimming pools and other areas of the park. The interior was obscured from furniture lush greenery. Privacy and confidentiality were crucial. When Marco and Trizia they reached the entrance, he realized immediately. On the entrance gate there was the caretaker. A tall and robust with simple kindness and firmness informed them that the women's ward was right and the men left the department. Marco was surprised and disappointed. Him found not realized. Then he cheered, he was not ready to bare it all. She was indifferent to the news and he could not tell if he was relieved not to show. At that moment he realized that the proposal was in bad taste and blamed the effect of the thermal pools.
"So, Marco?" Trizia staring at him with eyes that seemed to him ironical. "In the afternoon, we go to the castle?" "See you at sixteen" She disappeared over the entrance. The nod of the guardian indicating the entrance to the left. Marco in a low voice, for fear that she felt: "I forgot something, I go back later, after" and walked away on tiptoe so as not to make noise with their hooves. He was not pleased with how things had gone. He had to toying. He had to unleash weapons of seduction most suitable. Perhaps he would have found other topics. And then he had to know if she was free for real. The holiday was short and did not want to get lost in a conquest maybe impossible.