NyLon! - chapter 24

What the fuck are you doing here?

A very surprised Raffa inquired the candid Hindu-orobic tycoon John Patel, who laying in the first class nonchalantly answered

- Perhaps you forget that I own this airline? I freely travel whenever I like, and in order to answer to your question I am going to the radical conference in New York

It has to be specified, to debatable benefit of the readers, that (candid Hindu-orobic tycoon) John Patel and flight attendant Raffa Whites had been married after having met on a Virgin flight of the Virgin, and crazy in love with the candid tycoon bought the company from his friend Richard Branson re-branding it Svirgin in homage to the his friend Veronica Madonna Ciccone-Pivetti. Successively they split (he and the Raffa, not Madonna) and divorced because of the disgusting feticism of John in having zohomosexual relationships with the veterinarian gynaecologist Dr Tabar seated next to him in first class, but this is another story that we will deepen into another time. Instead, you and Mauro, inquired the candid tycoon…

- Instead, you and Mauro…

- Yes? What?

Raffa replied, not as much astonished by the fact that her ex husband knew of her new relation as she would instead be astounded by the imminent revelation

- Look at these original documents that I have obtained from the registry of the Gorgonzola parish. You and Mauro are siblings, twins separated at birth! Do you know how is this called?

Facing the evidence, lowering her head Raffa the sinner couldn’t but admit it

- Incest. Technically it is an incest

- Tse', and then you make a scandal of me and Tabar!

- But I didn’t know it, I swear!

The Raffa burst in sobs and John tenderly embraced her to console her, and in consoling her he naked and possessed her over the Alps. But surprises were not yet finished for Raffa

- What the cock are you doing here? She inquired me when I jumped on the plane in Heathrow

- With the excuse of the radical conference I am going to New York in order to kill the Suttora-Bordini! I have uncovered everything about you two: there was a cappero of mine in the pants he was sniffing your little pieces of shit!

Facing the evidence, lowering her head Raffa the sinner couldn’t but admit it

- That’s where the pants were!

Raffa burst in sobs and I tenderly embraced her to console her, and in consoling her I naked her over the Lake District but without possessing her because it would have been disgusting after she had just been possessed by the candid Hindu-orobic tycoon.