are two in the morning.
I can not sleep. Outside my window the crickets chirped bastards without peace. Fuck. They also have it with me. All beings on this planet fucking have it with me, are too small and insignificant.
The scorching heat of July makes my night even more unbearable.
Better get off the bed.
I head toward the kitchen. Maybe there will find some relief by drinking 'water.
Nothing to be done. Water is too cold, I can not drink it. Than tap water is too hot, I can not drink it either.
Meanwhile my father wakes up and starts to confabulation something
-What the fuck are you doing up at this hour?
-I could ask the same thing.
-I wanted to drink.
-Anch 'me.
-Good. Give me a shot.
-It 's too cold. We have to wait.
-Give it to me anyway.
-You can not. It would do you harm.
-I am your father. So what is good and what is bad.
-What is good?
-I do not know. I've never tried.
-What is wrong?
-I do not know. I've never tried. Six-
ignorant.
-You are a ignorant! I wish you all evil, biggest mistake of my life!
-Fuck.
-Fuck.
-B is I go. I'm not thirsty.
-Not 'me. I love you, son. Good night.
I'm more nervous than before. Damn my dad! Damn myself! Damn that damn water I could drink.
does not matter.
I think it's better to go back to my room. I lie down. I turn and turn around on the bed sweating like a pig put the sun in August. Becomes increasingly unlikely that I can sleep. Those
nuisance of crickets are still chirping.
Suddenly, however, feel a desire that gives meaning to my night.
I think about masturbating.
I turn on the TV. At night
make interesting programs. Should I find something that excites me.
a Rai: Marzullo! Fuck! Change the channel! Rai
two: police movie! Double Fuck!
three Rai: I miss you see! Damn antenna! Network
four: special edition of Emilio Fede: Fuck him and who put him on TV!
Channel Five: replicas of the replicas: producers bastards! Italy
one: eight under one roof: the show usually idiots.
not possible. On major networks is not a dick. Provo with pay channels. Yes Here. A blonde strips. Via
bra.
Olé. Via
panties.
Olé.
At this point I should have it tough.
course not. Those boobs do not stimulate me.
Damn.
off the tv.
I try to masturbate thinking about my ex.
is beautiful. Breast high and prosperous. Long legs and seductive. Ass fairy tale.
Small detail: it already belongs to another. I can not. I can not give her one of my orgasm. Does not deserve it right after she betrayed him.
change strategy.
I think the assistant to the history of cinema, the one who showed me the exam last week.
What boobs! Really cool! The
I would like here, on my bed. Yes
.. Here we are. His image I like it.
I know that is not mine. I do not know if it's someone else. It is an ideal object for my masturbation.
little lacking. Purchase courage as I acted. It seems now done. After coming surely I can sleep in peace.
There is still something wrong.
I hear footsteps.
Holy shit. My sister is falling.
No. I can not get to see me in these conditions.
The choice is difficult.
be seen naked as a worm and not give up my way, or dress in a hurry compromising my night?
A or B.
B or A.
There is no time.
I have to decide. I
is a brilliant idea. I dress in the bathroom and complete chores.
I raise boxers.
I pretend to nothing with my sister.
later in the toilet.
recalculated boxers. I look
the State. I see that is desperately ammosciato. I can not hear excitement as before. Shit. I have to give it up, this time for real.
I leave the bathroom.
I see my sister who quietly undresses in front of me. I'm embarrassed. I should not, is my sister. Seeking to deflect the gaze, looking down like a beaten dog. She laughs. Damn only to her. Damn the women who always have more security than men.
I lie down for the third time.
The crickets stop chirping.
is already dawn.
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