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after few minutes him the countess ahead Dafne protected him, wound in an adherent and sensual black suit from big galà. Its white skin made so much contrast with the black of the fabric that seemed him to see clouded, as if around the naked parts of the beautiful body a golden bright it mysteriously wound him.
"Good evening doctor Mosa, fears to give her a disagreeable news, but my husband has departed of urgency for a bargain. Can I assuage at least a few the boredom and the bother caused by the annulment of his/her next plans, considering that by now it is here, granting her my modest company, correct to consume an appetizer together?"
He/she perfectly remembered still every single word of their dialogue.
"If it is so, I am not able whether to totally put again me in his/her hands, that then, to well to look, seems me divine" he/she answered smiling smiling more and more.
Her the takings sottobraccio and they were started through the labyrinth of corridors and immense rooms that composed the symphony of that huge villa. Reaches a room, with lights soffuse, furnished with slacker of red velvet, black carpet and violet walls, she pushed him/it on an armchair in front of a round bed, also it red purple. To that point, with a thread of voice the countess whispered point-blank to the doctor.
"The skill of those docile girls that my husband and she frequented it is such to make you believe that to the alone world the paid women are the best companions in the bed?"
"As? His/her husband and I. never! prov to stammer him.
"I tell her that my husband is an egoist and you/he/she is not even a refined person gourmet as you/he/she regards the eros and the sex. I assure her that I am a sensational courtesan, such a lascivious woman and libertine to make to lift up the hair, and they am not those, to whoever still succeeds at least to breathe."
Surprising him/it with such dare words, you pronounce slavishly maintaining a voluptuous smile, with nonchalance it allowed to fall, as for magic, the narrow fabric that wound him. He from that moment would always have remembered her and only so, with the beautiful sinuous and pale body and that eyes of fire, thirsty of lust. While it was already getting up from the armchair to launch him on that female, he/she totally saw to appear from behind a curtain a naked young fellow, that Dafne grabbed with definite voluptuousness. You, tame, it abandoned him on the bed, it opened wide the legs in front of his/her unbelievers eyes of doctor by now little polish, for then to see him deprived of that paradisiacal vision from a pair of athletic legs of male that started to frantically pump the wife of his/her good companion of adventures.
This which assisted to open mouth was an essay of such mastery and female perversion, that you/he/she would have been easier to quote what you/he/she was not happened on that bed. He reached a strong orgasm without not even grazing him. Ended the performance, the male disappeared as you/he/she had come. The beautiful countess, still more attractive and fascinating than before for sex's odor consumed that it had on and for that childish blush that painted her the face, absolutely incompatible with the lubricity and the disinibizione with which you/he/she had practised positions and lustful actions, it drew near him with the attitude of a ready panther to attach. Still naked, it seated on the armchair next to his, it removed from his lips the tenth cigarette that the doctor he was smoking in that room and it inhaled deeply.
"My darling I, regret beautiful doctor to never have been invited to one intimate of his I find again, is be liked me to face his/her eccentricities abandoned on a comfort end bed. oh, but him done late! It owes me really to excuse, but I have to hurry an infinity of business of all the types, and I cannot stop with her anymore."
In that instant it opened the door and it entered the butler.
"I beg gentleman, I make her road."
You were still naked, smiled.
"George, accompanied once the gentleman he/she returns here, we are busy a lot.
They still his hands and it was still excited to consider to that episode. In the time the countess had given him pearls of refined eros, that varied crossing all the fields of the sphere of the mental excitability; yes, because she confined to visually recreate only and to inebriate with the more turned on humors the places of their meetings, without not even making to be grazed by him. He knew to totally be in her hands and it was not ashamed at all, rather it was happy of it.
V
Beep! The monotonous sound of the badge told the colleagues of its entry in the white corridor of the morgue. Saint smiled them.
"Good evening connects."
"Hi Black. Tonight you have only a corpse, we go."
The mechanics voice of the youngest colleague, the only one that he/she still spoke to him, it informed him/it on the job. Point. From that moment in you/he/she would not have heard anymore then any human voice. He/she wore the white white uniform, it tied him the beautiful corvine hair and, cigarette to the mouth, opened the counter of the freezer 1. It made to flow the cart and it bursted to cough.
"My God, beautiful queen of the nymphs, that does here us?"
He talked to all the unarmed bodies with which it was found to share the night of that room.
"You are not common, you still know about ambrosia, of nectar of the gods, that is characteristic essential of the immortality of the life without shade of death."
It sniffed her, or it breathed afoot better afresh her.
"You bewilder me to you, you tell me that you are here for me, that it is not the death to have made to enter here you inside, but the interest in to know me. But is this an absurdity, thing you can ever know of it of me?"
It was not a visionary, it didn't hear nonexistent voices in the brain that you/they answered to his/her questions. He knew that the Spirit was tightly tied to the odor, and that in the fresh corpses it slowly abandoned the body through the pore of the skin and meanwhile it communicated its instants of living ex-person, its tastes, its aspirations, its charisma. All the consciences of the dead souls, as soon as trasumanavano from the body where you/they had resided, they deluded him to be still alive and they communicated with Saint believing to still adopt the classical human systems of the five senses. They saw sessions in front of him in a room, to ask him who never pits, and because the next relatives didn't turn anymore suddenly them the word. It was him to create the places for that dialogues. It dressed the various souls that night was followed after night with the alone strength of its mind and the consciences of these, confused and benumbed by the death, they allowed to deceive from the visions that he showed them. Its way to do was a way to prepare that Spirits to the death, to the passage from the kingdom of the subject to that of the abstract. Caronte, the ferryman of the Averno, was not the solo to cross the forgetfulness of those dark waters to pierce those people who didn't belong to the world of the alive ones anymore.
And here toward us venir for ship
An old man, white for ancient hair,
shouting: "Troubles to you, souls prave!
Not isperate never veder the sky:
the' vegno to lead you to the other shore
of it the eternal darkness, in warm and 'n I freeze."
(It divines Comedy, Hell, verses 82 -87.)
Saint, however, as he it was not rough and grim, it behaved more from modern psychologist with those shaky shades. You/he/she had supplanted, at least for those few souls that had had the fortune to meet him/it, the metaphoric role of Caronte which, with coarse vehemence and without a minimum of touch, it tortured those poor shades that you/they still thought about being able to tremble and that they didn't understand at all that abrupt passage of dimension. The occultist, in a deeper state of the trance same, connected him to that wandering Spirits and it prepared them to face that important trip. But this time something stunned extremely Saint. When he started to communicate with the Spirits, it did him/it through the sixth sense, the intuition. Then all of this that perceived had then to turn him/it into a message that the rational mind and his/her five senses of physical person you/they could decode. Only when it decided to
detach from the body to become Spirit, adopting the same identical parameters of the pierced ones, it placed on her/it them same wavelength and all it became clear, as if a whatever human being in meat and same bones interacting with him.
In the cold room of morgue it had under to his/her eyes this orchid of woman with a soul that not only it was convinced to be still long live, but that it seemed him pits so tied up to that body to be communicated through the golden one that this emanated. Straight she had climbed over the usual ritual of Saint to directly communicate with his Spirit without any preamble. The man seated then beside that body, closed the eyes and you/he/she started to sound the deepest angles of his/her intuitive mind.
.in a bead of red velvet, had abandoned on a soft golden pillow. You, the beautiful woman, naked in front of him, it smiled at him.
"My good evening beautiful prince, has come to reawaken me?"
"Ave, stupendous empress. Alas, I would passionately desire your awakening to share this earth with your harmonious features, but unfortunately me the heart breaks him in to owe to reveal you a tragic fact for me, how much innovative and positive for you."
"Thing you must ever tell me of so terrible for you? We don't know at all each other, but you already belong to the most intimate sphere of my being, that up to a little while ago