Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2006 17:11:50 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Finally Together 3/7 (Adult Friends )

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FINALLY TOGETHER
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written on July 21, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"FINALLY TOGETHER" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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CHAPTER 3 - THE ANONYMOUS LETTER

They often went to the sauna, staying just long enough to make love
without rushing, then a fast shower before parting. They often also went
together to the movies, for a walk, or to watch soccer' matches,
sometimes with Rita, sometimes alone. Luigi was often invited for supper
by the unaware Rita, who looked rather favourably on the friendship
between her husband and cousin. The two young men got on very well
together and were happy. Even though Luigi would have liked to have more
time to spend with his Marco, with whom he was more and more in love.

Rita was now pregnant. The young couple was very happy and proud about
that. But when Rita was in her eighth month, she wanted to go back to
Turin, in order to deliver there. Her mother could nurse her constantly,
better than her husband who whilst working had to leave her alone. Marco
was not very happy with this -arrangement, but Luigi was - as now he
could make love with Marco at his home, in the big double bed. He could
have Marco all to himself, from Monday to Friday. Marco gave him keys
for the apartment. So Luigi went to fix him supper, waited for him, they
ate together, and then made love. Unhappily, later, Luigi had to go back
home - he didn't know how to justify the night spent out with his
parents. He would have liked to fall asleep in the arms of the man he
loved, to wake up with him, to fix his breakfast.

Marco, on getting home from work, greeted with a jolly tone, "Ciao!" and
at that, Luigi went to meet him in the corridor. Marco pulled him
against himself with a sweet smile, gave him a kiss and asked: "Is it
ready? What did you prepare, this evening?" Luigi told him the menu
while helping Marco to undress and to put on his gown. Marco gave him
another kiss and they went to eat.

"If it was not for you, Luigi, I would just be eating sandwiches. It's
great knowing you are here waiting for me."

"Just because I fix you the meal?"

"No, silly boy! Above all for the cake."

"The cake?" Luigi asked pretending not to understand.

"Yes, you! You are almost able to make me feel I don't miss Rita. You
would be a perfect wife, if you weren't a man. But if you weren't a man,
you would not be here now, with me... therefore... I like you very, very
much, do you know that?"

Luigi was happy. Just the "almost" annoyed him a little. He was jealous
of the power that his cousin had over Marco. Even if he knew, as Marco
told him, that on the sexual level she satisfied him less than Luigi,
Marco felt bound to her, and to Luigi, the most he could say was "I like
you so very much" but never "I love you".

"What are you thinking about?" Marco asked him caressing his hair in a
tender gesture.

"That I'm so happy being here with you."

"I am also happy. Let's go to the bedroom..."

"I have to tidy up, to wash the dishes..."

"No, not tonight. I'll do it after you leave. Come with me, now - I
really want you so much!"

"So much... how much?" Luigi asked jokingly.

"So much... like this, look!" Marco said opening his gown and showing
him his briefs tenting by the turgidity they contained.

"Mmggg, a very convincing argument, substantial!" Luigi smiled him
caressing his erection through the thin brief's fabric. He stood up and
followed him to the bedroom.

They undressed each other caressing, lapping, kissing in a sensual game,
and exciting each other.

"God, aren't you gorgeous, Marco?"

"You too, Luigi, especially when you are aroused."

"With you I'm always turned on."

"Right. Will you never get tired of me?"

"Not I. But you?"

"No. Like the times in the Navy. Who knows why we forget? To think of
you and to get a hard on, Luigi, is the same thing. You always had this
effect on me, no other men."

"And Rita?"

"She is my wife, it's different. I love her. She is about to give me a
child. But she is not able to make me feel even half of what you make me
feel. Your body drives me crazy, you know it well, don't you? I really
love sex with you!"

"But what if I left you? If I fell in love with another man?"

"I would feel really bad. Are you meaning... are you telling me that you
are in love with another?"

"No, but it could happen. I feel the need to... to be loved." Luigi said
caressing him, filled with desire, and thinking to himself "don't you
now understand that I am in love with you?"

"Sure, I understand, and you deserve it. If I was gay, if a man was
enough for me, you would be that man, Luigi, really."

"Yes, an elegant way to tell me - don't delude yourself." Luigi sadly
thought. Marco continued, "I... I love you Luigi, but if you fell in
love with another man... I would understand."

"Would you look for another boyfriend?" Luigi asked, feeling even
sadder, but continuing to caress him and to hold him tight against
himself.

"Perhaps, even though i know that it would not be easy to find somebody
like you. And I'm not talking just about the physical side - between you
and me there is a lot more than just a physical intercourse. And yet, I
cannot tell you that I am in love with you, Luigi. It would not be
honest, just to keep you for me, to lie to you. Even if possibly, what I
am feeling for you, is so close to... To me you are really important,
you see?"

"Take me," Luigi implored to stop the dialog that was making him suffer,
"take me, please..."

Marco kissed and caressed him, preparing him for penetration, more
sweetly than ever, almost as if he sensed his friend's mood, then he
took him for a long while, leading him gradually to the verge of orgasm
and keeping him there until neither were able to control themselves any
longer and exploded together in a strong, sweet orgasm.

"Stay to sleep here, tonight, Luigi, please. I would like so much being
with you longer."

"I can't, you know that. I would like to so much, but how can I explain
to my parents? What pretext can I invent?"

"I'll call them and tell them I have fever and asked you to stay for the
night. Surely they will agree."

Luigi stood. Marco hugged him tight and kissed him deep and long, then
asked: "You are sad, aren't you?"

"No"... Luigi answered.

"I feel it. It's because... because I told you I can't be in love with
you, right? Tell me the truth." he asked gently.

"No, I know it, I always knew."

"I feel so good with you, anyway. And I would like you too feel good
with me. You are really important to me, believe me."

"I know. You too are important to me."

"I'm sorry I saddened you. I would like seeing you happy, as you deserve
to be."

"I'm OK, really, don't worry." the boy lied striving to smile
reassuringly.

"Would you take me now? I want you inside me."

"Yes, sure. We have all night, this time. It is the first time we can
spend a full night together. I don't think we will have many other
opportunities, sadly."

"Therefore, we have to enjoy it fully..." Marco sweetly whispered
caressing him in a more and more intimate and sensual way.

"Sure, we have to enjoy it." Luigi answered, once again aroused. Marco
took his friend's member between his lips, moistening it well to be
penetrated, and sucking it until he felt it ready, of its maximum
hardness. Then he lay on his back and spread his legs, offering himself
to his friend, who took him with gentle passion, enjoying the hot
furnace and making his friend enjoy his hot rod. They had all the time
they needed to really and deeply enjoy each other.

The child was born, a girl they called Giulia - as Marco explained, he
chose that name because it was an anagram of "a Luigi".

Mother and baby went back to Genoa, so the two friends had to start to
see each other again in secret at the sauna, just a couple of times each
week. To Luigi the change was hard. In more than one month that Rita was
away, they had made love every day, with calm, taking all the time they
wanted, in a real bed. Luigi was more and more jealous of his cousin. If
she wasn't in their way, in fact... But at the same time, he also
thought that if Rita was really in love with her husband, perhaps, just
not to lose him, she would even share Marco with him. He certainly would
have shared him with Rita, knowing how much Marco needed his woman also.

Those two thoughts alternated in his mind.

In the end, Luigi reached a desperate resolution. He thought about it
for several days, but the more he thought about it, the more he was sure
that it could be the solution to all his problems. If Rita came to know
about Marco, and accepted Marco as he was, there would be room for Luigi
too, or should she reject him, she would get out of their way herself.
Yes, that was the solution. In the first case Marco could live with both
of them, having his man without subterfuge, and the second Luigi would
have Marco all for himself.

Luigi prepared an anonymous letter as he had planned. He prepared a
careful collage of letters cut out from a newspaper. He bought, hiding
them from everybody, some issues of "L'Unità", the Communist Party
newspaper, that could not be related to him, then he composed the
message.

"Madam Rita, I have a job right in front of a sauna of bad repute for
faggots who go there to fuck and I must warn you that your husband Marco
has been going there for months, a couple of times a week, always with
the same man. It seems only right to me that you know about this, if you
don't already. I don't think that a pretty young woman such as you be
cheated in such a way. Certainly, this is your business and if you are
happy sharing your man, nobody has any right to object. A friend of
yours."

He put the collage-letter in a pink envelope he bought on purpose, on
which he asked a friend to write his cousin's address. He posted it near
the Station, and waited.

Just a few days.

He received two telephone calls, one shortly after the other. The first
one from Marco: "Luigi, Rita has discovered our affair, she received an
anonymous letter."

"Telling about us? How's that possible?"

"Your name is not mentioned, it just states I meet a man at the sauna."

"Where are you, now?"

"At work. Rita called me and read it to me. She is completely upset. I
told her we will talk when I get back home. I needed some time to
think."

"What do you intend doing? Deny it?"

"No, I can't."

"Will you tell her that... I am the man?"

"I don't know, it depends on how she takes it. But I don't think so. I
don't want to create problems for you too. I just wanted to warn you."

"You can tell her about me, if you think it's worthwhile. You can also
tell her that I'm the man with which..."

"I don't know, let's see. I'll keep you informed."

The second call came about thirty minutes later, from Rita: "Luigi, can
you come over here soon?"

"Yes, sure. What's up? You have a voice!"

"Come, I don't feel like talking about it on the phone."

"All right, I'm coming. Just the time to call a taxi."

"Thank you."

Luigi called Marco and warned him that Rita called him and that he was
going to meet her. "What will you tell her?" Marco asked.

"I don't know yet. I am embarrassed, but I couldn't deny it, I don't
know what pretext I could use."

"If you can, call me here at the office, let me know what she said, OK?"

"If I can..."

"Do you intend telling her that you are the man?"

"I don't know, Marco, that depends, but I don't know."

"Above all if you tell her, I have to know."

"Sure. God what a mess!"

Luigi went to meet Rita. She was tense, nervous.

"Thanks for coming, Luigi. I didn't know who to turn to, here in Genoa."

"What happened?" Luigi asked.

"Here, look." she answered handing him the envelope. He read it and
asked himself how to avoid betraying himself.

"Do you believe this?" he asked.

"I don't know. Who can have sent it to me? And if it is a lie, why? I'm
afraid it is true."

"But you have to wait to hear his side of the story, I think."

"Yes of course. But I would have liked him to tell me something when I
called him. But he..."

"Such matters are not easily discussed on a telephone."

"Yes, but I think it should have been easy just to say 'no'. He said we
will talk when he gets back, I'm afraid that the answer will be a
'yes'."

"And... if it is a yes." Luigi tense asked.

"It would be horrible. I trusted him. Cheating on me, moreover with a
man, understand?"

"Well, I don't think it makes much difference."

"But are you aware? Just the thought I have married a faggot... God, it
disgusts me!"

"Isn't he a good husband, until now?"

"Oh yes, I deluded myself he was. But, can you understand? He was making
love with me, but he was thinking of him. What a disgrace, how
disgusting!"

"But, from what I know, he really loves you."

"And fucks with a male?"

"There are people like this, who need both a woman and a man. There is
straight people, gay people, and also bisexual people, right?"

"It could be, but he has cheated me all this time."

"I am sure he loves you, as he loves Giulia, you can't deny it!"

"But what king of father could he be, a faggot? No, if it is true,
Giulia and I could no longer live with him."

"Think carefully about this, Rita. If you really love him, you should
try to understand him, to accept him as he is, don't you think?"

"Oh no, I can't love a man running with the hare and hunting with the
hounds, not I! He lives with me, or with his man."

"He could possibly need both..."

"Well then, he has to find a woman ready to share him with a man. No,
Luigi, you are not a woman, you can't understand. I just hope it is not
true, I really can't hope anything else."

"If he said it is not true, would you believe him?"

"Yes, of course. I can't give more credit to an anonymous letter that to
him."

"Therefore, you trust him."

"He always seemed honest to me."

"Even though, until now he's hidden his double sexuality?"

"Well, I can understand it is not easy to say such things. Possibly he
was also ashamed. Possibly he is just a weakling..."

"And in that case... would you leave him?"

"Most certain. I could no longer live with him."

"I think you will destroy him - he loves you."

"A weird way to love, if it is true he fucks with a man, and rather
often. But you, did you never suspect... he never gave you a hint?"

"Just that he is in love with you, nothing more. And that he is happy
having Giulia, and that he wants two more children."

"Yes, but... If he really is a bisexual as you suggested, I would be
sorry for him, but I could not stay with him anymore. I would be too
disgusted!"

Luigi tried again to reason with her, but his cousin was absolutely
unyielding. So, after about an hour, he bade her good bye on the pretext
of a previous engagement and, back home, he called Marco to update him
about his colloquy with Rita. Marco thanked him. Confirmed that he would
tell her it was true and said that he would absolutely not make his name
known. Luigi asked him to keep him informed.

The boy was upset. He was starting to ask himself if he did right
sending that anonymous letter. But, all considered, he still believed he
did the right thing.

That evening he didn't receive any calls. Not even on the following
morning and Luigi was asking himself if he should call, but he preferred
to wait longer. However in the afternoon, not having received any news,
he called at Marco's office. They answered that he asked for sick leave,
and that they didn't know when would he be able to resume work. Luigi
understood that Marco used this excuse to able to stay home and discuss
the situation with Rita. Luigi hoped that Rita changed her mind and
didn't leave Marco... but at the same time he hoped the opposite. He
would possibly have better not to send the letter, but now it was done.
He would just wait and hope that some good for Marco and him would come
of it.

After two days without any news, Luigi decided to call at Marco and Rita
home. Marco answered.

"This is Luigi. I wanted to know..."

"Ah, it's you? Rita left, taking Giulia. She went to Turin."

"Will she come back?" Luigi asked, almost hoping so.

"No, she wants a divorce. She doesn't want to see me any more, and
neither me seeing Giulia." he said with dejection. Marco, sobbed. Luigi
felt his friend's pain and felt a deep pain in turn. He didn't want
Marco to suffer.

"Do you want me to come over?" he asked. Hesitantly "As you like..."

"Then I'm coming, soon."

"All right..." his friend said dejectedly.

Luigi hurried over. He thought that perhaps Marco now needed him more
than ever, needed his love.

When Marco opened the door, he had a really grief-stricken air. Luigi
felt a pang in his heart, He tried to embrace him, but Marco moved away.
Luigi said: "Marco... I'm so sorry seeing you like this."

"Why, how did you think you'd see me? My life is completely shattered,
aren't you aware? Destroyed. She left me, and took away Giulia, and she
doesn't want me to see my child ever again."

"She can't stop you from seeing the child! The judge will decide when
you can have visitation rights, you are her father."

"She said that if I just try to see her again, she will interdict me for
unworthiness. She will tell the judge I am a homosexual, and everybody
else as well. I don't care so much about that, anyway. God, I believed
she loved me - she vas icy, hard, wicked. All that had been between us,
suddenly, doesn't count any more. I didn't think it was possible, and
instead..."

"It means that she didn't really love you, then." Luigi said.

"Right. And this is what hurts most. I on the contrary believed she
loved me. No, she loved another man, not me. On the other hand, it is
possibly my fault if she believed I was another man."

"No, it is not your fault. You were honest, when you were saying you
loved her, weren't you?"

"Sure, I loved her, even if physically, sexually, she didn't give me,
she couldn't give me all I needed. But she didn't understand, she didn't
believe me. I am done for, I am alone."

"No, you are not alone, Marco - I am here for you."

"You? What can you do?" Give back my daughter? Or deliver baby? What can
you do? Marry me? Give me a family? Eh? What? Tell me?" Marco yelled,
worked up.

"Marco, I... what I gave you until now... I believed I gave you
something. I am here for you, anyway."

"What for? To fuck? I don't give a shit for that, anymore!"

"Marco! I presumed that between us they were not just fucks. You told me
so! Do I not mean anything at all, for you? You are treating me almost
as your wife treated you, aren't you aware of that?" Luigi protested
sadly.

"But what do you want from me now? What do you want, eh? Go away, leave
me alone! Clear off! Life is not made for good fucks only, don't you
understand? Leave me alone!"

"Marco..." Luigi said stretching out his hand to caress his fist
clenched in rage. But Marco, perhaps wrongly interpreting the move, gave
him an uppercut to the jaw. Luigi fell to the floor, more from surprise
than the blow itself.

"Go away, let me alone, scram!" Marco shouted, upset.

Luigi stood up slowly, feeling suddenly empty. He loved this man, he
didn't want to leave him, but he understood that it was useless to
insist at the moment.

"All right, as you want, but calm down. I'm going, yes. I didn't want to
upset you, believe me, I..."

"Are you going, yes or no?" Marco asked, belligerently.

"Yes, yes... ciao... if you want to call me..." Luigi stammered and left
Marco's apartment.

He didn't go home at once, he was too dejected by Marco's reaction. He
never expected such a violent reaction, not towards him. It seemed
almost as if he hated him... almost as if he knew that it was he who
sent the anonymous letter. Luigi didn't realise that a family meant so
much for his Marco, but even less that he would reject his support, his
affection. He was dazed. The uppercut he received on the jaw was hurting
a little, but much more than the physical pain, was the hurt of that
unforeseen reaction.

He thought Marco would recover, that he would look for him, that he
would even apologize. Yes, it had to be, without doubt. He just had to
leave him alone a few days to get over the blow, and everything would
return to normal between them, or rather, better than it was. He was
certain of that. He just had to be patient for awhile. For sure, he
would have liked to be at his side now in these difficult days, but...

A week elapsed, but Marco didn't call him. Luigi was more and more
agitated. Eventually he decided to call him at his office again, but
here he received news that left him dumbfounded - Marco had resigned! So
Luigi decided to call him at home, but he got no reply. He tried to call
again later, then the day after, at different times. He also tried to
call in the dead of night, but he never got a reply. Then, using the
keys Marco had given him, he went into the apartment. It was a shock -
the apartment was empty, deserted, there was not even one piece of
furniture, nothing. Marco had left, without saying anything to him, as
if he never existed. Luigi sank to the floor on his knees, and started
to silently cry. How was such a thing possible?

He had also lost everything now. Everything. He felt he hated Rita who
with her attitude succeeded in destroying two lives, that of Marco and
his own. If Rita really loved Marco, she would not have reacted in such
a way. He really loved Marco, and for him he would have accepted
everything and anything. He would have even accepted Marco having other
lovers, men or women, just not to lose him! And now, for her fault, he
too had lost him.

During the following days Luigi tried hard to find trace of Marco, but
he seemed to have vanished. Nobody had any news of him, not his
neighbors, not his job colleagues, and neither Marco's family that Luigi
managed to find and that to Luigi's amazement, didn't seem at all
worried over the young man's disappearance: "He is of age, and adult. He
always did everything off his own bat. It could be just another of his
brainwaves, like when he wanted to sign up in the Navy!"

Then Luigi decided to go to Turin, to ask Rita. But she didn't have any
news either, and declared she didn't want to hear about him. Even if
this meant that Marco would no longer send her the monthly allowance for
Giulia, she didn't care at all. Rather, she preferred to erase Marco's
memory from her life even at the price of losing his economic support.

Then Luigi asked her: "But, aren't you afraid he could commit suicide?"

"It is his problem, not mine, at this point. And even if he did, it
could possibly be the best solution, for one like him. He is just a
miserable perverted animal."

Luigi looked at her with wide eyes, then said her: "Poor Rita, I pity
you. Or rather, I pity Giulia who has to grow up with a mother like you
as an example, and a guide. No, you are not a human being, you are just
a..." and without ending the sentence, he stood up and left his uncle's
home, while Rita, with an hysterical tone, was shouting: "But what would
you understand, what would you males understand? You are all the same,
you care just your cursed cock, and to satisfy it, you are ready to
justify everything and everybody..."

Luigi, back in Genoa, was not able to have peace. It seemed impossible
to him that Marco wanted to disappear, without telling him anything,
without caring about him. Was it possible that he didn't mean anything
to Marco now, to that point? What was Marco feeling, in his heart? Where
was he now? What could he do for him?

The feeling of impotence frustrated him. He wanted find his Marco, see
him, be near him, let him feel that he loved him, even though he ill
treated him. That he could understand. But how? What to do? He didn't
even know if Marco was still in Genoa or if he'd left. But left, for
where? Days elapsed without any news, and without Luigi being able to
have any peace.

Because he wanted him all for himself, he had now lost him completely -
he could not forgive himself. If only he could go back. Now he was
convinced he did wrong in sending the letter, but it was too late. How
could he have been so naive, so... He believed he knew Marco better, his
feelings. He felt lost.

He was no longer interested in any other man, he was no longer even
interested in sex - he didn't even masturbate. The pain of having lost
Marco was too strong, intense. He didn't even go to the gay bar anymore
where at times he went until then. Without Marco, nothing seemed have
any importance, taste, value for him.

At night, when he had difficulties falling asleep, he recalled the
golden moments of their encounters, from that first night on the ship,
the secret encounters in his Marco's cabin, that day in the hotel, when
Marco wanted to make love with him both before and after the wedding
ceremony... and then all the times they took shelter in the sauna to
steal an hour of love, and the idyllic month while Rita was delivering,
the only marvelous night spent together, the wonderful way Marco offered
himself or took him, gave him pleasure while getting his pleasure from
him...

No, in the depths of his heart, Luigi couldn't really believe that it
was over between them - he still hoped in some miracle, and clung to
this hope.

Marco, after chasing Luigi, burst into a desperate crisis of crying. He
felt lonely, done for, without any goal in his life. And he got angry
with the only  person who would remain with him, treating him badly,
unfairly, he was now aware. But he couldn't help it - he... he could
feel it, was doomed to remain alone, he was at this point a worn out
man, and a dark force inside him pushed him to that gesture that made
him now so irreparably and completely lonely. An almost masochistic
pleasure to speed up the ruin of his life, done not so much for pleasure
of suffering, that on the contrary had always been alien to him, but to
his desire not to be pitied, not to show himself done for by the last
person in the world who could still care for him.

This extreme gesture increased out of all proportions his suffering. And
he finally gave vent to his pain. Done for, done for, completely done
for. Now he could cry all his tears to himself without restraint, until
he had no more tears.

He went to throw himself on the bed and remained there for two full
days, without even feeling hunger pangs. Until somebody rung at his
door. For a moment inside his heart a glimmer of hope lighted again - it
could possibly be Luigi. He went to open up, somewhat dazed and torn
between the desire to see him again and the fear it could really be him.

Instead they were the men from a removal company coming to take Rita
belongings by her order, with a list of things that, in her opinion, she
had right to have. Marco let them take everything without objecting
about a single item, and rather pointing out other items to them,
things, pieces of furniture to take away. Including what had been their
double bed. When the men left, very little remained in the apartment.
And this, to Marco, was a kind of final downfall. He didn't even cry, he
was completely dazed. Seeing his apartment being emptied, assumed for
him the symbolic value of the end of everything, real, tangible.

He gathered a few essential things in a suitcase, went to the bank and
withdrew all his savings. Then he called a firm that emptied cellars and
garages telling them to take away everything that remained. The agent
came, evaluated what was left, offered a sum. Marco accepted without
turning a hair. The man took everything away. Marco, picking up his
suitcase, abandoned the apartment.

He went to the port and to one of the cheapest hotels he knew. Rented a
room paying one month in advance and left his scanty belongings there.
He went to his office and gave his resignation. He didn't have enough
service to warrant a good severance package, but he didn't care.

Then, he went to a bar and ordered a drink. And he drank, slowly, glass
after glass, until he was totally drunk. He fell asleep at the table. At
closing time, the bartender shook him several times until he managed to
make him open his eyes."

"I'm sorry, sir, closing time."

"Eh? Ah yes, I'll go..." Marco said and stood up, staggering.

"Do you want me to call a taxi, sir?"

"No, I'm close by, at the Posta Hotel." Marco mumbled, and had to grasp
at the table to stop himself falling.

"Listen, you are not up to walking; the Posta is close by. Give me time
to tidy up, then I'll take you there." the young man said kindly.

"No, don't worry, I can get there by myself." Marco slurred and tried to
go to the door, but he swayed and if the bartender had not supported
him, he would have fallen to the floor.

"No no, I can't let you leave in your condition. Sit here, I'll be ready
in a moment." the bartender insisted, forcing him to sit down.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to
read them, the URL is
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If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English
translations, so that I can put on-line more of my  stories in English
please e-mail at
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