The Polpetton Hash – Chapter 7

The sender of the message was his roman fellow journalist Dentano Gaetamaro, whom he had always esteemed only to be returned with querulous envy for his success and a resentful complaint when, breaking a tacit agreement in the radical environment, he had publicly revealed his relationship with Rhoda Pellizzi, who was his real mother-in-law. Yes, he would have gone to Geneva, naturally. Above all in order to personally meet the great writers emerging prolific from the radical cultivation broth, but also in order to promote his own book: the conference would have represented the ideal opportunity to advertise its launch among the thousands of incoming participants from every continent. But in order to finish in time his masterpiece he shoud have worked hard. He therefore set out, albeit disgusted, to resume the reading of Roberto Granzotto’s secret journal and the sensational revelations that they contained on his relationship with the six “old whores” which he had listed even assigning them a mark:

Elyf Meleksyan, Armenian of Turkey, Ankara 2002, mark: 5Maria Szumska, Slovakian of Poland, Warsaw 2003, mark: 6Alice Romanciugy, Hungarian of Romania, Bucharest 2004, mark: 5Katerina Marnera, Cypriota of Greece, Athens 2005, mark: 5Praskovia Pavlova, Serbian of Macedonia, Skopje 2006, mark: 8Milana Avramonova, Hebrew of Bulgaria, Sofia 2007, mark: 9—

Warsaw, December 2003

My beloved Roberto, in the sumer of 2004 I met in Warsaw a Pole translator, Maria Szumska, whose mother was Slovakian and she’s herself a great Slovakian. She’s also older than me and nearly bald, has flapy ears and an equine set of teeth, taurine neck, farmer’s shoulders, hands like spades, legs of a fotbal player, and she’s flat-foted. Besides being quite ugly, Maria is rather unpleasant as well. I have never known a person more boring than her when she speaks about what she has done in her club or tels about the barbecue with her most stupit neighbors. Actualy I think that the only thing more boring than herself are those idiot neighbors with their fucking barbecue. I can’t explain to myself how I fel in love with Maria more than anybody else before.
After flirting during most of August, finaly on the 24 night she conceded herself to first beautiful kis, in her car parked in Armij Ludowej. In the folowing wek there were two moments of deper peting in the ofice. Then she had to leave for holidays with her cuckold husband and on the 29 she goodbyed me with another beautiful kis in the elevator. A month elapsed before I returned in Warsaw on Seprember 29.

She came to pick me up in that pinky airport and imediately bacame clear by the erotic tension that something was going to hapen. We made love for the first time on the foutenth flor of the Mariot hotel. We made it many timas that day and the folowing ones with the mawkish music background of the Eurythmics, Ten Sharp and Roxete… but the last two days of my stay in Warsaw she didn’t want to (why?). While I was away we had sex over the phone, thre nights in a row, thre times per night until 4 in the morning. I tel her incredibly obscene things on my dick, her botom, her pusy, I call her bitch, which she likes, and on the third night I put it in her mouth. We we experience new positions, I take and shag her violently. I use my dick to cares her face and tits, shaking when slaped. We depen our friendship speaking in tendernes, she whispers “I want you” and “I need you”. Every time we make love is stronger and beter.

Three weks elapsed before we met again in Warsaw on October 24. She tels me to have felt a buurst of heat in her bely and we make love in the only bed of the new apartament. It’s the first anal intercourse in which I put it inside her using buter, it’s the first oral raport in which I link her everywhere. I slip in a banana as well. Oh, what embraces and sodomies, my beloved Roberto, in catholic Poland!

Another month elapsed before I saw her again in Warsaw, where by now winter came, with the Arctic wind from the Baltic sea gaining speed on the Polish plain to freeze the city twenty degres below zero. Maria too is quite colder, while we tighten ourselves on the Marszalkovska looking for a god steak. The previous time I made the mistake to come inside her and thus she had been distresed for two weks without menstruation. Therefore it’s a hard work to reconquer her and we have sex only twice, conventionaly and behind. After four days I leave again and 21 wil elapse before I se her again. but it’s clear already that this history must end: the cuckold husband is suspicious and clandestinity has become indefensible to her. With an exchange of tender leters comes the sad, hurtful farewel.