WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons.
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Until reaching that level, if I will ever decide to do it, I just prefer to describe some facts of life, just as they've happened...
They are not very James Bondish, but, since they have really happened, maybe you, the readers, will appreciate them...
I'm not really proud, nor ashamed, since I was still a teenager, so that I do have all the excuses possible...
Anyway, in this story, please understand that the sexually explicit scenes will be almost close to null - it's a drama lived by a human being, who so happens to be dear to me...
Therefore, if you are just looking for some jerking off material, you've made the wrong choice!...
I was having my steak and fried potatoes in a brasserie downtown, when, all of a sudden, I feel someone approaching and a hand on my shoulder.
I couldn't identify if the person was a male, or a female, due to the thickness of the carpet...
Anyway, in spite of the fact that all the personnel here do know me quite well, some of them even knowing my name, it's the first time when I can encounter such a familiar gesture - no, it surely must be someone else!
The touch of the hand makes me guess that I have to deal with a female.
I turn my head and see a strange, but, yet, known face of a blond girl, with deep blue eyes, and, generally, a beautiful smiling face...
I'm sure that I've seen her before, but... where?!? When?!? Why?!?...
All I can think about is the song of Smokey, "Alice" and the so popular line:
"Who the fuck is Alice?!?"...
I'm eighteen already, but looking twenty something, still, I cannot stop myself blushing...
The girl, in her barely twenties, senses my reaction and... has the inspiration to remove her hand from my shoulder, and, while, still smiling, says:
"Hello, officer! Remember me?"
Now, I suddenly make the connection.
Some time ago, less than a month, it so happened that I've encountered, at the same brasserie, a somewhat neighbor of mine, and, for a while, even, let's say that he was a friend, seven years older, or something, who, after finishing high school, has decided to go and study to become a militia officer...
For him, maybe, it was a family tradition, since his father was a big shot, a general...
As I've already mentioned, one month ago, entering the same brasserie, I've heard my name called...
Of course that I've recognized him, even if I haven't seen him since he's graduated high school...
Tim, since this is his name here, has graduated the officer's school, and now, he's a big shot!
A lieutenant in the militia structures, at the "vice" department...
It doesn't need to be mentioned that his father did have a "word" to say, so that Tim has been named in such a position...
He isn't married, yet, but he has to deal, daily, with at least a dozen of cunts, prostitutes of all sorts, since... this is his job...
The reason I haven't seen him, for so many years, is quite simple, and logical - he hasn't been in Bucharest, while attending the studies, and, afterwards, he has gone to live in a one room apartment, all by himself.
He hasn't looked for me, or given me a call, since the huge difference of age between us, didn't make him have any interest in me...
He has tried to punch my shoulder, but my forearm has encountered his, and made it punch the air...
"So, young man, you haven't stopped training!" He says that to me, pleasantly surprised...
Afterwards, he makes a subtle sign, and two gorgeously beauties run and take the free seats at our table for four.
One of the beauties is Elisabeth, while the other's name, I cannot remember...
We do have some casual chat - if so can be called a conversation where Tim is speaking, while the two girls are approving, and even laughing, whatever stupid jokes he tells us...
After about a half of an hour, when the food arrives, he simply tells the girls to go back at their table...
Afterwards, he explains to me that the bitch named Elisabeth is a person who, really, has had a huge bad luck, reaching in this kind of business, but, unfortunately, he is much too busy to have time to deal for some real help for her...
So, after he gives me both his phone numbers, from home and from work, plus a phone number where I can call, no matter when, and just identify myself and leave him a message, but only in case of who knows what real emergency, he leaves, mentioning that everything has been paid for, so that I don't need to pay for my meal...
Gosh! What a huuuuuge corruption!
But... what can I say?!? This is it!
Now, back to the present!
I politely excuse myself, since, really, I cannot remember her name, so that she simply reminds me that she's Elisabeth, or Ellie...
I invite Ellie to have a seat, then ask the waiter to bring her a drink...
I cannot tell why - really?!? - but the beer arrives with the speed of the rocket...
"Here, sir, anything else?"
I look at Elisabeth, but she tells me that the beer is enough.
I finish my steak, or, better said, leave it unfinished, but make a sign to have the plate taken away...
Then, I look into the eyes of Elisabeth, I feel the need to clear a few things:
"Now, Ellie, since you've met me while being at the same table with Tim - err, the lieutenant - you have probably confused me with one of his colleagues, or, maybe, you've assumed that I must also be an officer, or something"...
Since she doesn't say a word, I continue:
"So, it so happens that we used to be neighbors, but, in rest, no connection".
She smiles a bit:
"Yeah, and the pig has grown wings and started flying!"...
