NyLon! - chapter 20
On the upper deck of his mega-yacht, the gloomy Esperantist australopithecus Hotel Licheri was smoking a cigarette nervously thinking on how to translate Manzoni’s garden. Sara Piccardo, her perfect body shining in small openings of suffused light that penetrated through the lowered rolling shutter's chinks creating an exciting eroticism of sophisticated chiaroscuri, was laying beside him, the left arm outstretched beyond the nape to evidence the compact and mature breast, the right leg folded on the left, and the velvety skin slightly beaded by the October sultriness insinuating tenuous and sly in that tropical island of their honeymoon.
On the upper deck of his mega-yacht, the gloomy Esperantist australopithecus Hotel Licheri was smoking a cigarette nervously thinking on how to translate Manzoni’s garden. Sara Piccardo, her perfect body shining in small openings of suffused light that penetrated through the lowered rolling shutter's chinks creating an exciting eroticism of sophisticated chiaroscuri, was laying beside him, the left arm outstretched beyond the nape to evidence the compact and mature breast, the right leg folded on the left, and the velvety skin slightly beaded by the October sultriness insinuating tenuous and sly in that tropical island of their honeymoon.
- The salad was in the garden…
- What did you say, my beloved?
- Sara, never ever call me like that. I am an estimated innkeeper to whom years of adventurous Esperantist life cannot be ruined with a banal one "beloved"
- Apologies, my beloved
- Grrrrrrrrrrrr
- Then how do you want me to call you, my beloved?
- Call me as you like, but not "beloved"
- It’s ok, honey
- It will be better if I leave – the indignant Licheri got rather angry, beginning to dress up.
- My love, adored honey husband, are you already leaving, my beloved?
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