DONNA
This is a continuation of the story about Jenny...
I go to work, and, by five, I am back home...
Something made me jump out one tram stop earlier, needing to take a stroll...
I arrive in front of my block of flats, when I sense that someone is staring at me.
I look into that direction, and see a pair of dark green eyes watching me...
Truth is that I've never seen Donna wearing anything else than a bath robe...
She's gorgeous! She's got an ass! Boobs! Her moves are slick! Also, the way she dresses and wears her outfits don't let you guess that she's coming from the country side...
She quickly turns around and enters the cafeteria situated just beside my block of flats, obviously making her curvy ass move in a way that inflames any man's imagination!...
I make a few more steps and can see her through the windows – she goes and buys a cake and a soft drink, than takes a seat at a table...
I decide to enter the cafeteria, take a cake that I know I won't be able to eat, and a soft drink.
I simply hate their cakes!...
I stop by Donna's table: "Hi, Donna, may I take seat?"
She doesn't say a word, but shakes her head in approval.
I take a seat and do nothing, just look at her. I know that this moment must be critical – one word or move may make the difference...
I can see on her face that she's sad, or mad...
She continues to be silent, and somewhat absent, so I decide to risk and break the ice...
"So, Donna, how often do you eat sweets?" I know that all women are obsessed with their silhouette...
She gives me a bitter smile: "Actually, never until now! But, when I'm upset, or mad, I need to eat something sweet"...
I look at her in a concerned manner, expecting her to continue.
I'm absolutely sure that she hasn't chosen to come at this cafeteria just by chance – this makes me confident – at least, just a little bit...
She sticks her teaspoon into the cake, breaking it in two, than looks outside the windows – her voice is a ruin...
"You know, Sam and I... we just broke!"...
This really surprises me, but the less tanned mark on her right hand finger, empty now, confirms her say, so I ask: "How come?!? Jenny told me that you were already engaged to be married!"
She looks at me, surprised, while her green eyes become darker: "Well, didn't Jenny also tell you the size of the shoes I'm wearing?!?"
I could sense her nervousness...
"Donna, I don't know how good friends you really are, but I can assure you that she's always spoken about you in a positive manner – in fact, I think she admires and loves you!"
"All right! Sorry! I'm, as I've told you, turned upside down"...
I dig a little in my cake, taking a small piece with the tip of my teaspoon...
I know that my "political" plead now, may make the difference between getting my dick wet or just getting the fuck out of there!...
"As you know, I've barely exchanged three or four words with Sam, but, as appearance, he seemed to me as a normal person – you know, lovers do have some fights, form time to time, which just make them feel much better when they make up"...
I try to make a smiling and comforting face...
She gives me a short glimpse, than says:
"This time, it's not like that – his unit is at more than two hundred kilometers away from here...
There, he lives in a nice apartment in a block of flats.
He has tried, real hard, according to him, but he couldn't obtain a transfer at Bucharest, or close to Bucharest.
I do have here, at Bucharest, a well paid and good job – I've worked too hard for it to just waste it"...
She makes a short pause, sipping from her soft drink, than continues:
"The apartment is... inside the unit and all the inhabitants are military or military families"...
She takes a deep breath and continues:
"You should see the wives of the officers – they all act as if they are in a higher rank than their husbands!...
The place in itself is a complete boredom – they have a cantina called restaurant, a general store, the shelves being filled with, mainly, things for kids, and even a theater, where once or twice per month somebody comes and throws a show...
Don't ask me who! Just brilliant unknown artists!...
"Yeah, that looks some kind of military to me!"...
My words seem to encourage her to continue:
"Even having sex is a problem, since we cannot have the music loud - there are some neighbors who have very small kids – we also must be very discrete, since there are some other neighbors who have grown enough kids to understand what is happening if they hear us!"...
She smiles, looking somewhere far away, and takes another sip from her glass...
The only job he could find for me there is as some kind of a teacher at the elementary school – the alternative is the kindergarten...
Practically, you have no place to go... Further more, the commander has given an internal order that no military or wife is aloud to rent a room at a motel, in an area of one hundred kilometers!
The reason is, they say, that they want to avoid adultery issues...
So, if I would have met Sam a few years earlier, and I would have come directly from my village, most probably I would have had accepted the situation... But now, it's different, really!"...
I think it's the right moment for me to say something, just for the sake of the conversation...
"So, as I've seen, Sam is a petty officer - he's not I don't know what high ranked shot in the army...
I believe that if he insists, he may have the chance to find something here, or, at least, closer to Bucharest – anyway, a place from where you could come daily and keep your job"...
"I cannot tell. Maybe you're right! Anyway, he has insisted that we get married NOW and that I quit my job! He knows that I have been fucking a few of my coworkers before meeting him! Stupid me! I have confessed this to him one night, when I was really wasted from the booze!"...
I make a serious face and tell her:
"Jealousy is really a very important issue, and you hear this from a relatively freshly divorced person!"...
"Yes, Jenny has told me that you are freshly divorced"...
It's my turn to make a face, and, obviously mocking, ask Donna: "Didn't Jenny also tell you the size of the shoes that I'm wearing?!?"
This makes her smile, and answers: "No, but she's given me some pretty accurate details about some other anatomical part of you!" And she bursts in a laughter...
I also start laughing, but don't ask for details...
I'm just glad that the tension is gone, at least for the moment...
Still, I consider that it is the right moment to ask her about her friend and room mate:
"By the way, where is she?"
"Honestly, I don't know and I don't really care! She's probably at home"...
"Does she know about the news regarding you and Sam?"
"No, she doesn't, and, honestly, I just don't feel like going home, telling her, and answering her questions"...
Well, as a man, if a nice looking woman that you've barely met tells you that she doesn't feel like going home, in my opinion, it's a take it or leave it issue – so, I've just made my move:
"If Jenny has told you so many things about me, I'm sure that she's also told you that I happen to have my apartment just beside this place, with, by the way, so horrific cakes and bad soft drinks"...
We can go there and drink something better, or, if you prefer, we can take, first, a stroll in the park"...
She doesn't answer – she just stares at the traffic outside, for almost half a minute – was I too direct for her tastes? Did I stupidly rush things? Anyway, by now my move was already made...
She just stands up, takes her purse, and heads for the exit of the cafeteria.
I follow her, until she enters my block of flats – it seems that Jenny has really been very descriptive...
The moment we enter my apartment, she kindly asks me to let her make a phone call.
She rings some colleague, or boss, explaining that she will surely be late tomorrow, or, even worse, she won't be going at all – she will explain when they see each other...
She puts the handle of the phone in the cradle, than turns to me: "Do you have the possibility to do what I've just done?"
From the way she looks at me, I realize that, somehow, she's challenging me...
I just smile, look into her eyes, and grab the phone – after the second ring, my boss answers.
"Hi, Dottore, (it so happens that he's a highly qualified researcher in engineering) please see that tomorrow, and, eventually, after tomorrow, or, maybe, the whole week, if you need to see me, you need to look at the pics we've taken together at the sea side...
It so happens that I do have, in front of me, a really gorgeous lady, who so happens to be in distress – she has just canceled her engagement to be married!"...
Donna cannot hear the comments from the other side of the wire.
I continue: "You know my opinion about discretion – anyway, I do appreciate your wishful thinking!...Good bye for now, and thanks!" And I put back the handle in the cradle.
Donna is confused and amazed, somehow... "God! Are you sure that you've been speaking to your boss?!?"
I just smile a little, and say: "No, I was speaking to a friend of mine – at work, he's the boss, but, in private, he's just a friend – there is, if you know how to make it, a difference!"...
I go to the kitchen, bring two glasses with ice and a virgin bottle of Ballantines...
I put some music and we sip our drinks, each in an arm chair...
After, let's say, a half of an hour, I ask Donna: "Are you sure that you want to spend the night over here? I mean, why don't you call Jenny and tell her that you won't be going home?"...
She, somehow, gets angry: "Why do you care so much about Jenny?!? You've only met her in less than a week, fucked, as she's told me, the shit out of her, and now... Jenny, Jenny, Jenny!"
It's the time to realize that I'm still walking on thin ice...
"It's not a matter of caring, or not caring, but, as I've seen, she's a little bit naïve, to say the least, and I don't want her to worry, eventually calling your family, or something"...
