was how he had first seen his angel. At that time also came from her mother's arm and both sat down at the same table occupied now, just to the right of one of the wings of the front of the kitchen. Always installed in the same table is available, with a ritual that used to repeat in each of his visits, the mother, a sturdy and stout big woman, sit first and then the daughter did, nothing seemed to have inherited it because that was graceful and slender swaying reeds. The mother took off the hat, releasing previously pins held it to his hair, and then took away that of the daughter, then, holding her luxuriant hair over her shoulders. The girl had wavy hair and gleaming like a starry night, a deep ebony color, which contrasted sharply with his pale and fragile, of a skin or the finest silk from the East could rival the softness and smoothness. The huge slanting eyes, the feline eyes, full lips, sensual, cherry red as fresh and moist, and when he smiled showed the ivory of their teeth so regular, so well aligned, as perfect as those toothpaste ads in newspapers .
And that was what he liked best Tomassino, see her smile, so he tried to personally serve your table as well as spend smiles with each course that led him, in return for the smiles shyly she sketched, a face, anything, even be astonished admiring the incomparable beauty and virginal Drain furtively glance, filled with desire, from the neckline of her, imagining the soundness of his ways, good size breasts soft lightweight fabric dresses so tight to his slim figure, allowed to guess the hue and the profile of its coveted nipples that Tomassino imagined dark and tasty as the chocolate and erect like daggers that pierced his brain with libidinous rage and caused him extreme lubricity and down, down ... now rapidly, now with a rhythmic swing, between spasms of pleasure, to the abyss, to the hell in which igneous abrasaría of love and pure passion for the angel, his angel, his daughter.
Tomassino remembered sighing, now that first time their eyes had the good fortune to find, like a man possessed was captivated by her beauty and away from his mind the image of his wife Concetta, who was in regard to physical The antithesis of this girl. If a, Concetta, was coarse and rough, the other, his angel was a delicacy without peer, delicate as a flower like a butterfly flapping wings that seduced him with her irresistible charm and supplies in the recesses of his heart. And then also compared with one of those marble Venus his teacher, Don Vittorio, show him the photographs of encyclopedias to use, full breasts and full sex and shamelessly uncovered, ready to be felt and held with delight, with enjoyment and pleasure as you savor a juicy, sweet ripe fig. So he wanted Tomassino as well, with the ardor of a goat, but also noted a certain prudery, as if afraid of damaging almost ethereal creature, to desecrate their quasi divine.
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it was not for him, he knew, had not just culture or education, but he understood the extent of their limitations. And it had established a fierce competition among their peers, even though they were his subordinates. Gaetano and Michele were both younger than him, and even the homely and ungainly Gaetano could be considered a lover at his side, not to mention Michele, with his good looks and gallantry to the surface and the expert way of conquering women. In fact, Michele did not detract the eye as his angel come and see her before she tried to strut on the deck, whenever he could. Thankfully he took command of the kitchen and when saw his beloved, they imposed their petty tasks to keep them entertained and away the most of the young.
it was not for him, he knew, had not just culture or education, but he understood the extent of their limitations. And it had established a fierce competition among their peers, even though they were his subordinates. Gaetano and Michele were both younger than him, and even the homely and ungainly Gaetano could be considered a lover at his side, not to mention Michele, with his good looks and gallantry to the surface and the expert way of conquering women. In fact, Michele did not detract the eye as his angel come and see her before she tried to strut on the deck, whenever he could. Thankfully he took command of the kitchen and when saw his beloved, they imposed their petty tasks to keep them entertained and away the most of the young.
Sometimes Tomassino, which had never known love before, despite being married with Concetta, whom he loved, no doubt, but he felt neither had ever felt a passion of love, mentally pronouncing name of his daughter, Sophia. Was his name: Sofia. Know his name, his name his plump parent or where he lived, but knew that your name, your adorable name, I knew from the lips of the mother of his angel. Sofia, Sofia, Sofia, "he repeated, and there was no for him, syrupy sound word and more soothing balm. The syllables which jingled in his ears silver coins when vocalizing loudly, enraptured, caught up with the memory of his eyes and hair houri peccary, its southern goddess worshiped.
And she, her Sofia, there was now sitting on the edge of the chair with the trunk and neck beautifully upright in that posture as smart and concerned that her mother used to take when questioned about Don Luciano culinary innovations of the day. Tomassino watched askance, increasingly dazzled with his candid and sophisticated image of a swan. He sensed, knew that haughty look after hiding the innocence of a vestal devoid of spots.
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Painting: "Spring", William Adolphe Bouguereau (1825 - 1905).
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