(First part of a story I wrote a few months ago)
E 'an afternoon of April and the sun shines on my feet while I go lazily walk towards the outskirts of my village, not far from my house, where I wait for her aunt Adele math class. My have decided to trust her after yet another failure in the last papers, seriously threatening my vote scorecard. The idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to spend an afternoon with her to study mathematics instead of going out with my friends, considering the weather, it gives me nausea. Perilous, I always associated with the image of her aunt Adele that of a stern woman, old-fashioned. It happened the few times that combined some very serious, that my parents threatened to send me to live with her for some time, just-say-I would be a polite and decent guy, unlike the brat I was. The last time I saw my aunt was at Christmas when we visited for a few hours as we do every Christmas with our relatives. I remember a very large house and cared for, surrounded by a beautiful garden and pots everywhere. Here again, in front of me. The sunlight blinds my eyes as the path that leads to the front door and look around, looking for some cat or dog. Feel around the singing of birds rising on the silence of the city. It 's really a wonderful day: use it to study what a pity! Knock on wood with a heavy heart.
"Coming!"
I hear his voice after a few seconds. I look up to her arrival. I hear a noise and the door opens slowly. Here it is. It 's a lady about sixty, maybe a little' younger, certainly well cared for in elegant dress and deportment. She is wearing a black low-cut sweater, a shirt and skirt ocher, very beautiful, light brown color. Despite the facial wrinkles studded shows a very young character, friendly, and at the same time confident, authoritative. He shows me a beautiful smile.
"There you are, welcome! Come on."
My eyes meet for the first time his eyes: two small cracks that shine, as if they contain diamonds. She pushed her eyes.
"Hello ... Thank you," whispered shyly, a little 'embarrassed.
"You have nothing to put down? No real?" I said pointing to the wardrobe.
I shook my head. They are very light dress: wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and light gray shorts.
We are living, a very large room surrounded by towering shelves of an ancient library. Thousands of books, I observe, and around their tables, antique furniture and various stuff. There is hot and musty smell. My desire to study borders on the minimum but I decided to show the same kind and to apply, a bit intimidated 'by the aunt Adele. "I prepared the table here, also supports the books," he says, always very friendly, moving my chair like me to sit. Now we are sitting, I on his right shoulder to the door. Ahead of us the great library.
***
will be an hour passed, maybe not, since I'm sitting at this table. My aunt continues to speak in the ears, explaining mathematical formulas that are mixed up in my mind as a maze of mirrors. Perhaps it is her voice. Perhaps his kindness. Maybe his eyes fixed on me. That his magnetic eyes or that her mouth so delicious. Perhaps the fact that you take care of me with a readiness that no one has ever shown towards me. I do not know what it is. The fact is that a blast of heat slowly fills my bones, my flesh, and are taken by the irrational desire to hug her. I would like you to get even closer to its mouth at me, I would kiss me, cuddle me. I wish I was her child. As these thoughts swirling in my head, my right hand slips in shorts under the pants, and starts to go up and down. She notices it immediately, possibly after waiting for my reply to his statement. How do I see his expression change suddenly! How do I see the lines on her face harden, her voice become severe! "What are you doing?" Oh god, a boy your age to do certain things! But what's come over you, eh? ". An infinite embarrassment comes over me. I can not open your mouth, not even looking up. My head bowed down on the table and my hands, without property, frost on the book of mathematics. I try to mumble some excuse, but soon realize that the situation is so clear as not to admit. Without looking, I feel his stern gaze on me. Then, in his deep voice interrupted my every attempt at justification "No no no, young man, with me these excuses do not work. We did not own! I know what I need to toe the line for a dodger like you and me want to study him. Wait here, I go back immediately. "
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