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 NOT true, only depicting my personal imagination.
All the names and/or places have nothing to do with the reality...
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I have landed at The Heathrow Airport.
I'm not the kind of guy with two or three trunks...
One is more than enough, especially since I only intend to stay there three fucking days...
Anyway, my coming here is nothing that I like, especially knowing how the Brits are looking at a Romanian passport - the guys who, just like the Bulgarians, are coming here to seek for some jobs...
I am aware that, in my country, I make more money in a week than they make, the whole bunch of them, in a month, but, still, I have to wait for them to decide if I am, or not, entitled to step on the British territory...
I have only one thought for them, in spite of my relaxed, serene attitude: fuck them!
Finally, the fat guy who's been checking me - now, I'm also fat, if I may say so, but... I'm fifty four, while this guy is in his early thirties!...
He's got a belly much larger than mine!
I see the exit signs and follow the arrows, when I suddenly see a girl with an A4 format sheet of paper, with my name hugely typed on it...
She surely must be Georgie...
We've "met", if I may say so, on a porn forum, and I've had the inspiration to tell her that I shall have to make a business trip in the UK...
She's very much younger than me, only twenty three years old.
She could easily be my daughter...
To make things even worse, she's a lesbian!
We do kiss each other's cheeks, then she guides me towards a parking place, where she has parked her vehicle...
Gosh! All the way to her vehicle, she's talking, and talking, and talking...
I do have a Brainbench certificate in English, but, still, after so much talking, my brain refuses to understand English anymore...
I simply ignore her talkative attitude, letting her speak, and speak, and speak, just like a radio station...
She must have sensed something, since she asks me:
"Are you with me? Are you all right?"
"No worries, Georgie, I'm here, I'm with you, and I am as good as I can be"...
She drives me at my hotel, not the best, but not the worst, accompanies me in my room, taking care to inform me that what has happened to Dominique Strauss Khan can also happen to me, in case I have any ideas...
What can I say?...
"Georgie, I'm not the guy that I've used to be! I'm old!"
"Yeah! As if DSK wasn't older than you when it has happened!"...
Then, she simply tells me that she has some business to attend, so that she will see me again when I shall leave, towards the airport, when she might make me a huuuuuge surprise...
I simply mind my business, meeting with some folks, having some nice chats, until the day of departure.
I receive a call, in my hotel room, being informed that a certain lady, named Georgie, is expecting me in the lobby.
I bring my luggage downstairs, check out, then... gone we are!
The huge surprise is at the airport, where Georgie parks in a long term parking lot, and, from the trunk of her car, she extracts two luggages.
She's coming with me, at Bucharest...
She's never been in Romania before, hasn't arranged anything, but she's counting on me...
What the heck?!? It so happens that I'm married, I do have a grown up son!
Gosh! How shall I explain this to my folks?!?
Now, a flash back...
Many years ago, before my father's departure, he has asked me to listen to him veeeery carefully, with no other witnesses...
At a certain address, in Bucharest, I shall find a person, no matter the sex or age, who, when I shall say that "the moon is always following the sun", will give me a key, a seal, and a map with some instructions...
It is a villa, or inn, however you may consider it, with guards and everything needed, paid by the Romanian government, in a way that they don't even know that they are paying for it, where, when I show them the seal, I shall have infinite powers, even of life and death...
I find a public phone, make a call, and inform my wife that I shall still have to stay in UK for another one or two weeks...
She's appalled, but... makes no comments...
The area I reach, to say my key words and receive the seal and map is... better fit to be demolished...
The kid who's answering the door is... sixteen or something...
He keeps on calling me sir, giving me the stuff...
Finally, before my departure, his mother appears, telling me that things have changed so much, and that if I could afford to give them a hundred lei, it would really be a helpful hand for them...
I don't give them one, but five hundred lei...
The lady, very thin and surely sick, comes and kisses my hand...
I rush away from those premises...
