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Where were we? Ah, yes ... I was telling the amorous adventures of my mother when he was a teenager. Well, after the first crush, not reciprocated, it was the first bad experience.

The high school years passed in a blink - now Chris was nineteen years old - my mother tried without the company of people who were not the classmate that he had lost his head, so his aunt, as I already said, he tried direct it to other companies, including the culinary arts.

attend the club's kitchen would be a good idea:

know people who share your interests, learn new concepts and techniques,

challenge others to understand their skills ...

... and maybe even win, with a good plate of sushi. (Steaming?>.> - See photo above)
In short, it would be fantastic if he had not worked there

him.
His name was Patrick, was a bartender at several local clubs, and that night was to turn to Cooking.

He was not handsome, but Christine found him charming, with its twenty-eight years of fire and her hair in contrast with the eyes of ice, had won with his manner, outgoing, like that of many bartenders, and with a couple of cocktails offered without asking how old he was.

And she ... She drank because he wanted to show maturity, because he wanted to break up and forget their inhibitions, because he was always laughing and she thought more of mostrarglisi nicest way, when they proved just more stupid than they really were not, and Patrick was making fun of her with jokes and allusions that Chris, in those conditions, was not able to grasp.

Christine Ghee

... In short, the next morning she woke up in his bed - fully clothed and no memory of how he had arrived - with a crazy headache and a phone number in his pants pocket. "Call me" said the ticket, and was just what she did was just able to stand and hold a normal conversation. From

Phone: Hello, who is speaking?

He had answered a cold voice, slightly distorted from your telephone, that she could not recognize, although he was sure belonged to a man.

Christine Um ... Hi ... I ... Well, I found his number in his pocket and ... well ... I wanted to know ...

by phone: Christine? Are you Christine, is not it? I'm James, the director of Cooking.

Christine aaaaah ...

Chris was embarrassed, he had already imagined that that ticket was a guy who wanted to court her, and instead was a man about forty years, but because he had left the note without a name and a message easy to misunderstand? Unless, of him ... No, he did not even think about it.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, James had asked her to wait a second, then he began to talk to someone, and finally returned to her rivolegersi:

James: Christine, is that Patrick wants to talk to you. You know, right?, Our bartender. He says I let him ticket.

Just time to respond with a blush and embarrassment, that on the other hand, there was already red, which he began to speak before she could get some other mental movie.

Patrick: Hey, how's my beautiful ubriachella?

Christine: And ... eh?

Patrick: But yeah, come on, do not tell me you remember last night!

He was whispering, and my mother figured it was a gallant to worry about not giving a bad impression of you who were around, but, in hindsight, is it obvious that he is only worried for their same position work: if they had discovered what had happened, would certainly have been fired.

Christine: Well, here ...

Patrick: My God, I thought I was just drunk, but if you tell me you do not remember anything ...

Christine Well, not really ... But, why? I should mention something in particular?

Patrick: Well, you've been drinking all night - until I had to drag her home by force, by the way - I would say this is something that you should remember ...

Mom was embarrassed, did not know that is, because he did not know what could have happened between the two, barely remembering the first words exchanged with him. What and how much was happened between them? What he had done since they'd left the room?

Patrick: Anyway, I hope you at least be able to return home without making too much mess. When I saw you shake like that when you left the car, I am sorry I left you to go alone! But, I told you, had to run back home ...

Christine Ah, yes ... No, do not worry, everything turned out fine! In fact, I'm sorry if I made you waste time ...

Patrick: Nah, you were the road, I lost those two minutes to squeeze into the car and then get you off! His

voice was friendly and warm, although his words and tone were really irritating. However, Chris took us to the case barely, and forget this bad impression just hung up the phone, the important thing now was to know that nothing had happened, that her aunt had not noticed anything, and that ... Well, he really did a bad picture with him.

Patrick: Look Tonight ... working in a club, why not come and do two jumps? So I always have an hour break at work.

Yes, my mother had given him very bad impression. Unfortunately she did not want to be accountable.

Christine course! - Almost yelled, excited. - Tell me where and when!


Being in the middle of adolescence, and have not yet undergone any disappointment in love, Chris saw it all as he wanted it to be:

a beautiful boy (well, more or less ...) had asked her to leave, That evening he had his first real date and, who knows? maybe he gave his first kiss to her prince charming, which led it to dance and would make a full declaration rule, talking about his most secret feelings, of his fears and hopes, as he no longer wanted to live before he met her, the light which he lighted the existence and ...

Yes, my mother dreamed too much. It certainly did not stop with him.

spent the afternoon in the throes of thinking pink marshmallow, the time came to leave. He went to the disco that he had described and slipped inside gingerly, trying not to get noticed and get to the bar as quickly as possible. The acceptance that Patrick gave those eyes that shone for him alone, at least it was cold:

Patrick: Ah, you're coming. Well. Wait 10 minutes between me pause.

Christine :-S

After a moment of embarrassment, however, he became more friendly and dragged her on the track.

Christine did not like dance music, but at that moment his head was elsewhere and his body moved on its own, while his eyes were glued to his, but without really looking at them, so, when he motioned to the DJ, who promptly changed his gender and began a slow, she did not notice it, and found herself in his arms, while the frantic pace stopped and gave way to the slow movement of the couples in the room.

"everything is going as it should ..." he thought "It's perfect ..." and not Patrick was aware of hands that were beginning to descend on his body, but only of the dazzling light that enveloped them like a dream.

were embraced in a moment, his head sunk in the shoulder by Christine Patrick

(literally ... -.-)

and eyes closed to better savor the moment. Then, his hand under his chin, the other on the back to propel towards him, and finally their lips were joined. His first kiss ...

Patrick: you go out for a second? Here you can not talk ...

Christine: Yeah ...

was the last chance to fantasize about a bartender, and even without knowing it, my mother took advantage, getting ready to talk more romantic than he ever could have imagined, going over the evening and already figurandoselo that it smartly dressed down on his knees and asked the wife, making her the happiest woman in the world.

But, of course, the course had too much imagination.

Patrick: I wanted to tell you that I have found a replacement for tonight, I can also pull away. So ... Since I assume that you do not We can, there's your Aunt ... Come to my house?

Christine Ahahahaha, yes, sure! To see your collection of butterflies!

Patrick: Other than butterflies, you'll see the entire animal kingdom, sugar ...

With one hand, stroked her neck, causing a shiver of disgust.

Christine 're kidding, right? You're not seriously saying ...

Patrick: Honey, do not joke about certain things! And then, sorry, did not you come to this?

Christine: COOOOOOSA THAT?? Stop calling me an idiot with those nicknames! And above all, - his voice had become wheezing, the one where he was raging ... and it was so rare, that happened when my mother became terrifying - not touch me, or I'll regret having used those two neurons from pedophile to you instead of the brain, to fantasize about me.

But he was a child of seven years, and in that way feel threatened by a girl barely scratched the adult does not at all.

Patrick: Oh yeah? And we hear, what would you do?

Chirstine: Well, to start I could go from your employer such as collisions and tell the girls!

Patrick: And what do you tell him? I gave you something to drink, which is actually something you can not prove, and I've had two compliments that made you think that I was madly in love with you? I know those like you, what do you think?

Chris was speechless: he was right, he could not accuse him without evidence or witnesses ... And then what? Only by giving her alcohol, which are certainly not trying, he would have immediately said that she had misunderstood everything, and his word was as good as that of the guy ... In fact, maybe less.

Patrick: You can not nothing against me, then both a favor and shut up. You're such a stupid ... The only difference between you and those who attend is usually that you're so useless as not to go to bed with me.

At these words, Christine's hand snapped alone, hitting the bartender in the face. Maybe it was the right thing to do, since he was double my mother, but the satisfaction and relief he felt after doing so was reward enough.
At least not until he went away, and she was left alone with his thoughts and with the knowledge that was ... Ah yes, stupid.

In the throes of a crisis of tears began to run through the streets of downtown, not looking where he was going, and really in danger of plunging into trouble. Fortunately, when she recovered and opened his eyes, he realized to be in front of a shop he knew, and that, at that time was still very crowded, being the opening night, his strong point.

Near her was a public telephone, and Christine decided it was definitely coming to get back home. What would he do then? No longer had the courage to leave home, this was safe. She felt ugly, unwanted: the one man who had invited her to go out, made him only because he believed a girl ... easy

Besides, who assured her that they were not all like that, boys? She knew a few, and those barely knew the name. His father was a stranger, from that point of view seemed to love his mother, but how could she be sure? When they were at home, or quarreling, or were closed in the bedroom ...
lost in her thoughts, my mother had not noticed that someone had approached.

Male Voice: Hey, you're not the one that goes back to my brother?

She turned abruptly, although the voice was not at all familiar.

Christine Excuse me?

The Little Girl and the platinum-colored leather makeup - reminded her of a vampire / baker, it was not for the makeup darkettone - had it with her.

Boy: But yes, you ... Jimmy is my brother.

Jimmy was the guy who made damn Chris until two days before.

Christine Ah ... No, look you're wrong, only he and I are classmates.

Boy: Oh, yes, of course ... This is demonstrated by the looks that throws all the time ... - said, hiding a laugh behind his palm. - Only idiot did not realize to what you like!

Christine And how come you know all these things, and I do not think I've ever even seen?

Boy: Because you high school do not ever come to us while we try to get as much as possible in your area ...

My mother's eyes widened.

Christine Sorry, but how old are you? Oh, and what's your name?

Boy: Toby, and I'm twelve years, although it seems bigger than you.

Twelve years ... It was not so much the look to impress - she was always skinny, and he had only to show a couple of years older than he had to look older than her - as the brain, which certainly was more mature than that of his half-brother.

Toby: Anyway ... I advise you to leave him alone and do not blame you if you do not row ... and thought as a child, the girls even sees them. Well, naked except in the newspapers that keeps under the bed, but those would make my throat at all.

My mother made a face of disgust, then started to turn around and leave, but moment came in his aunt who had come to fetch her.

Toby: But tell me your name, at least? So you do not break more, go to uni soon, right?

Christine do not know ... Anyway, I'm Christine.

Toby: Capito. Well, if you ask me, Jimmy goes to the polytechnic's Chris ...

tended just Jimmy had completely overcome, other problems were now his. However, that kid was kind enough to tell him, who knows, maybe we would do a little thought ... more to have a friend back to campus than anything else. Also there was gone, then the university.

--- To be continued ---

Sorry for the lack of photos, but some dialogues were not planned when I shot, and now, being a bit 'on with the game, I could add new ones! (

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