Dr. Lisa Santacroce lived alone in an attic in a hundred, a loft with wenge oak flooring, loft steel and plexiglass in the bedroom, fireplace modern, stone walls glass and a hundred meters of terrace. inside, a Barcelò matching the sofa in the shape of the mouth with the signature of Dali, located in front of a coffee table with the mark of Frank Gehry, on which rested a powerful vibrator with the face of Pablo Picasso. all too expensive even for his stipend. she was born rich, the daughter of an admiral of the Regia Marina West, but with the other used conceal his fortune with style, grace and self-mockery.
while not forgetting the heterosexual exploration, preferred to surround himself with beautiful women, who loved to entertain with original literary dissertations preliminary sapphic love. however unwillingly bear the vigorous disquisition on the football championship, the coy looks and flatulence twilight of men.
barefoot and wearing only a black silk robe, went to the window and looked to the world that ferments mephitic several floors below. the clock on the wall marked almost midnight, his guest would arrive in minutes, so he opened the door of the window and turned the stereo on Gershwin's Summertime sung by Ella Fitzgerald.
- nice piece - a warm male voice said behind him. - Although I would have opted for something less poignant.
Dr. had recognized the voice of his guest and gave no signs of surprise.
- Hello Poe. - The cat sat on the marble-topped by the window with the door open. - Welcome back.
- I asked you not not use my real name with applicants. - Said the cat licking his genitals to unabashedly open paws.
- is an old practice, I always use mine.
- your choice, Lisa. You have your style, let me have mine.
- okay - she smiled, - I'm sorry. - You're thirsty? a bit 'of milk?
- best of bourbon on the rocks, please.
Lisa poured some whiskey in a bowl, we drowned two ice cubes and placed in front of Poe.
- how are you? - Asked the doctor sitting on the couch.
- is healed. - Said the cat, trying to curb the urge to jump on the delightful nakedness of her legs crossed. - Now he's always at home. he lost his job. he is crazy about Tom and Jerry. - Then paused, looking at her with malice. - You do not You're not fond of?
- do not be jealous, jealousy, dulls the brain.
- you dearly.
- am I responsible for his health. if the candidate dies or goes crazy I'll be forced to seek another and go to bed for six months before resuming the protocol.
- do not tell me, I hate change apartments all the time, apart from the removal of the testicles, that amuses me a lot.
- way, - she said retrieving balls from the freezer, the jar with change and resting on the desk of Frank Gehry. - You have these implants as early as possible, we're late.
- I do not think the problem is, that does not sleep all day.
Lisa lit a cigarette and licked at the Poe gave him some whiskey, eyeing his bare feet with impunity.
- some psychologists say that women see a projection of children in cats. - He said. - You know, the pleasure of keeping them in her arms, caressing them.
she looked at him sideways. he gave the other licking whiskey.
- others - continued - argue that cats represent the embodiment of their most solid ideals. both creatures are so free and independent, are able to establish strong bonds and love.
- we're trying Poe?
- but no, - he lied - I said just to talk. I know you prefer the kitten. - And to defuse the embarrassment he went to retrieve the can of frozen testes.
- And what's that?
- is Pablo, - she said, blowing a plume of smoke. - A birthday gift.
Poe came to the vibrator, stared at him with suspicion and gave him a annusatina hoping to steal something.
- they usually work after use.
- you found the G spot? - Poe asked trying to hide the envy in sarcasm.
- I do not seek, I find. - Said the vibrator and winked.
Poe stood, made less of the eyebrows for a while ', then returned to his whiskey and finished it.
- you want more? she asked.
- no thanks, I'd better go now, before I was thawing the testicles.
- I think so.
Lisa approached the cat and stroked his ears to the tip of the tail.
the cat purred, purred something, grabbed the jar with the canine and leaped off disappearing into the night.
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