Bad Invisible Teachers Page 11
Chapter 10
Bi beep, bi beep, bi beep.
The agonizing one to shout electric played again in bedroom, sudden and undesirable as the intrusion of a witness of Jehovah. The intimacy of the dreams violated so and convict to the forgetfulness from mechanisms of a non in demand world.
Bi beep, bi beep, bi beep.
Helen had been being intended for years to change alarm clock. To pass to a more discreet stereo plant, of those that make to depart the music letting plain pian gush out her/it: you/he/she would have loaded him/it with quartets of Mozart or Schubert and even connected also to the lights, so that to create an artificial dawn in room. A false, sweet awakening, correct not to have to start the day cursing.
Bi beep, bi beep, bi beep.
It played more and more strong, a trapanaccio in his/her suffering head already for some caipiqualcosas of too much.
It threw away the covers in an impetus of courage; struck the alarm clock on the comodino and he/she jumped out of the bed. It was naked and the fizzy air of the morning fortified instantly her.
It opened wide the taxes: a wave of light invaded the room.
From the bed a rattle responded, a cavernous regurgitation of scazzo.
Something rolled him among the sheets, turning himself/herself/itself on a side to have been taking refuge himself/herself/themselves for the day.
«Wakened up» it ordered Helen without too delicacy. «It is prepared. You have been too much also here.»
The bundle spoke. It perhaps mumbled something incomprehensible on the maximum systems.
«I don't know if it is you clear. I have to go to work» it raised the girl.
A vulgar and discourteous gape responded.
Helen Sastri, in the most total indifference, it went to bath. It felt above all gladly the coolness of the water on the vagina, the caress of the intimate detergent that got further every malodorous appiccicume. Concluded rapids and it returned in room.
That man was still under the covers. Under his/her covers, and of this Helen started to dry up himself/herself/themselves. You directed toward a drawer of the closet and it picked up the panties.
«You decide yourself to go out of the bed?»
It launched the warning to the speaking burden.
«From the, sweetness. Allow to take back me» the bed responded, finally master at least of the word. «You will also have need you of rest, after the beating of tonight, or no?»
Braggart.
You/he/she had not lost anything of the to strut with which you/he/she had approached her the evening to the place before.
Dressed afoot afresh griffato, with that grey suit of his and the shirt imagination, the grizzled hair nailed by the gel the thick physicist. The fizzy but useless gab.
You/he/she could also prove attractive, an uninhibited, riccastro middle aged man, with his/her good experience in gymnastics of couple. And the spirited and irresponsible atmosphere had contributed to the choice. The big man had cheated the more figa of the group, so at least you/he/she had believed.
Sinned that the premises had not maintained then the expectations.
An egocentric performance of a knickknack that you/he/she would hardly be been able to define of averages dimensions he/she didn't leave behind of itself nothing memorable.
Stantuffava, yes, also with a certain vehemence. But without imagination, without duration. Without the pleasure to give to like. From a towing cialtrone, could for thing be waited us after all?
Look at him/it. Among the blankets, in his to roll lethargic, those cazzos of underpantses of Dessert and Gabbana were still glimpse. If the you/he/she was also put again, after the love. Don't look at him/it and don't touch him/it.
Helen had already worn the intimate.
«Then you move you to lift you? Will you also have you some appointments or no?»
He turned him also exhibiting the impoliteness that didn't have.
The man, to that point, wanting would not even have been able to ignore as resentful coldness.
«Hey, calm!» it howled behind her finally throwing the braccias and the face over the sheet.
How much before of its disguised charm of the evening was enfeebled. Swollen eyes and wrinkles on the neck, the holes were seen among even the hair near the temples and on the forehead.
«I have told yesterday already you him: I in the office go there when I want, ok?»
Helen crawled on the bed approaching his/her beauty to that impersonal face.
«But I reported me to your wife» it hissed him in face.
The man didn't hold back his/her own surprise.
«I have never spoken to you of my wife» it chewed intimidated. It realized that nothing of the charm of Helen had gone withered in the night and it trembled of it.
Only when the definite Helen was escaped him that torment. You removed from rapids and he it again reached the closet to wear a pair of jeans. It was a ruinous pleasure to see to slip them along the legs, on above up to the life: the beautiful culos bandaged her as a second skin.
«You have never seen her lady in yellow?» he/she explained. «In an episode, the Fletcher ever slandered a known guy declaring in front of everybody that you/he/she had divorced from few: you/he/she had seen him/it nervously idle himself/herself/themselves with the ring finger and you/he/she had deduced that it still had the habit to touch himself/herself/themselves a faith that didn't have anymore. I thought they were only telefilm stronzate, instead you have appeared last night and, that cabbage, is true! You men you don't know more even how to recite. The care of the details misses you: in the life as in bed.»
«I could be divorced. also»
«No. It takes too much courage. You saw far a mile that you have removed only the faith to tow. Even you have him it sticks in the pocket of the jacket. It is not so, do I Deceive?»
And that uninhibited clown, dark in face, it assumed a remorseful air, a seriousness that ache dressed him/it.
«You are wrong you» it murmured whiny. «With my wife the things are going badly indeed.»
«Yes? And does she know him/it?» It didn't give him breath Helen. And again it ordered. «Move you, I have already told you him. I have to go out within seven minutes. At least his/her/their children you will have to accompany them to school or no? Or does he/she also think your wife about this?»
«And now of his/her children as devil you know him/it?»
«I didn't know him/it. But I know how to recognize a bastard when I meet him/it.»
Smiled. Benevolent, as a priest confessor, full of paternalism and contempt.
A disarming irritation shaken the man. He/she didn't want to speak anymore, neither he/she wanted more to feel, but of this could not make a boast, it was not his/her worth: you/he/she would not have heard a word anymore from the female that you/he/she had swept him/it.
It rolled out of the bed while Helen again took the street of the bath.
He grabbed the stopped cloths, still rolled up for earth, and with moved rapidses all was buttoned I set.
Its meats were again wound in the cocoon of the jaws when Helen Sastri resurfaced put make up on and bejeweled.
Taken his/her bag while he systematized the wallet in the pocket and the clock to the wrist.
It reached the door; opening attended only her that he crossed her/it for first, as when it is waited that his/her own dog understands that you/he/she is time of the walk.
Then elevator, staircases, gate.
Out, on the sidewalk, one from a part and one from the other, as marvelous extraneous. Their cars didn't even have some motive to be near.
And that being would not have anymore him neither seen neither felt.
Helen drove up to the firm neglecting his/her own thoughts. It didn't even hear the motive to make himself/herself/themselves questions, to give him explanations.
As had happened it didn't interest her, and if its conscience had ever decided to upset o
nly also her for a fraction of second to ask account to make her, you/he/she would have gotten an only answer: it had not served sex for three months.
Her liked this idea: the sweep to be swept away, in the oblivion. He/she wanted, not he/she always wanted, but fortissimamente wanted. Also only for the taste to complain of a cheat.
It came in punctual firm, relaxed even. It stamped the label, he/she greeted in reception.
You/he/she was directing himself/herself/itself toward his/her office, when it returned on his/her footsteps to ask of Charles Pezzali.
«You/he/she has not arrived yet» the telephone operator informed her/it peering at the stampings to the computer. «I have to leave I dictate him something?»
An unexpected fear gathered her/it. Because you/he/she had ever had to ask really of Pezzali?
«No. Nothing of main point.»
He/she knew to owe to justify him/it to herself, before to the perfect extraneous on the other side of the bench. Nevertheless, it kept on feeling himself/herself/themselves deeply foolish.
You threw headfirst then in the job, without never lifting the head from the desk for the whole forenoon, neither it ever felt the need to lighten himself/herself/themselves to the macchinetta of the coffee.
It tried soon only appetite.
It was from little past midday, the sun it beat straight on his/her desk and the environment it started to warm up himself/herself/themselves.
It would have of sure worked better in the afternoon.
To that point, the granted ones to herself, got up from the posting and it went out of the office to go to have lunch in cafeteria.