Got up at 4:00 am because I could barely sleep last night. I tossed and turned, until finally I realized that I wouldn't be able to rest anymore. Damn it. I walked around the house about ten times, staring at the clock next to my night table over and over. At 6:00 I picked up really neat sportswear and decided to run around the street. Some morning exercise was really good. There's a bakery very near my house, after running I went there, and just sat down.
"Hi!"
I turned to see two teenage girls staring at me, wide-eyed.
"Hello?" I blinked, and smiled at them. I was wondering if they were offering something. At the moment I was having butter cookies and hot chocolate.
"You're Lucille Delton, aren't you?"
"I am."
"We saw your latest collection in Vogue, and we fell IN LOVE with it! We phoned your studio, but your assistant told us you were taking a break..."
After about an hour of chatting (yes, they sat with me), I had agreed to make them the designs they were dying for, and they also complimented me on my most recent magazine covers.
I can't deny I felt sort of proud. Okay, I felt very proud, and that made me feel giddy. I thought I wanted to escape the world of fashion clothing designing, but I rather like that. And if I don't have one way of channeling my creativity I feel kinda stuck. I rather liked modelling and designing, and decorating. However, I wanted to do so with no pressure. I think I was trying to pressure myself too much, and I needed to take things much more slowly: breathing and enjoying each moment.
A cup of hot chocolate, while sitting in a pretty Italian bakery was such a delightful experience. Besides, this was my neighborhood. EVERYONE knew who I was. It felt so familiar and nice. I phoned Samuel, and he was there almost immediately (we live nearby). Sad to say, nowadays he's a pretty calm gay. He no longer wears woman's clothing (unless Eric is around) because he has an image to keep; he's a professional photographer and also fellow designer. When he came in, tall, dressed in black, with sunglasses pulling some of black bangs back, and a pony tail, I almost confused him with someone straight.
"Sammy!" I smiled
"Darling, I L-O-V-E this place." And... his personality was ever the same one.
"I know. Remember? We used to have breakfast here every day!"
"Mi amor, and whatEVER happened to us? We've become so... SERIOUS."
"Tell me about it. Well actually, I have a 10:00 am appointment. I'm going to swim with Dolphins today."
He laughed so hard, half the people at the pretty shop turned around to stare at us. "Swim with dolphins? Is that like a new way of saying 'I'm SO not getting any'?"
"No. That's a new way of saying 'mind your business I happen to like dolphins'. Besides, it's a thirty day trial period where I get to do EVERYTHING I've ever wanted to do."
"What's the point!? You have the rest of your life to do it!"
"Well, that's exactly it. If you leave things for later then you really won't do them."
"Amigaaaaaa....." I had been sitting in a small sofa. He stood up from his chair and sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. "We need to get you a macho macho maaaan! I want to be A MACHO MAN!"
I started laughing. "Listen, if YOU start with that subject I will kill you!"
"But why darling? If I weren't gay, I'd fuck you myself, OH wait, been there done that..." he patted my shoulder "Though I'd SOOOOOOOO do it again."
"Oh please, Samuel." I was still laughing. Sammy was like my best friend since forever. We were born and I swear our little cribs were one next to the other. I spoke to him EVERY day, but since he'd moved in with his BF I was seeing him less and less in what were 'friend moments'. It was more like, every time we saw each other, it had something to do with work.
"You're living with that delicious NATHAN. I would so totally do him like right away."
"He is not a WHORE...." I stared at him
And then we both laughed singing "BUT HE LIKES TO DO IT" and cracked up. Again everyone was staring at us.
He laughed a little more then whispered "What is it with all these people suddenly in Milan???"
"I don't know, but there's a big mess going around. I'm expecting the details soon enough because I'm pretty much confused."
"Well, do tell me soon enough, it's getting rather boring! By the way, I brought you the picture of your last shoot. It's beautiful and I love it if you ask me."
I smiled at him. "You're leaving?"
"I have to go work work. And YOU have to go swim swim. I would rather you go FUCK FUCK, but you're such a PRUDE these days. I'd be you, I'd totally go and fuck the cute guy in the table near the kitchen door."
I laughed, and looked at him smirking. "Place your bet." We always did this. Most of the craziest things I did when younger were thanks to our bet and will do game. He could bet me I would go an orgy and I'd go. He would bet that I do a girl and I would. At least I can I lived.
"Oh fuck off! You know we can't do it like before!"
"No. But it doesn't mean we can't do it!" I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh YAY! Okay. I bet you 50 euros you don't dare go Vampire on him, AND you touch his little wee wee!"
I smiled, standing up. "Looks like breakfast is on today..."
I walked towards the young man, sex Goddess drive on. "Excuse me..." I slightly slid onto the table, giving him a great view of my entire body, keeping a slightly inviting expression on my face.
"Y-yes?" You immediately know when a man finds you desirable. This guy was already hard.
"Are they giving you good service?" I moved closer to him, and I think I saw him drool a little.
"It's getting better." He smiled at me with a frisky expression.
Italian.
And then, of course, the NEVER TOO OLD TO USE 101 TRICK: I spilled a little water on his thigh.
"Oh! Let me get that for you, sir." In one swift movement I was a) touching his wee, b) giving him my phone number as a whisper aka, also took advantage and bit him. "Ciao." I winked.
"CIAO BELLA! I WILL CALL YOU!" He was shouting behind me as I left the shop
Sammy grumbled. "Should've made you suck on it... 50 Euros now a days is big money!"
"Enough money to buy me a breakfast!" I laughed happily and ran ahead of Sammy.
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