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.You d make an attractive couple, even taking intoaccount Santo s lack of desire to be an out-and-proud homo.Am I to gather you have alreadygotten to sample his bedroom techniques? If you ask me, I think so.That s it, you re along forthe ride.And by ride I don t mean this one. This one being the sleek black limousine in which they were comfortably ensconced.Once Freddie had contacted Patsy and she d returned his call, plans were quickly set in motionfor the upcoming weekend at Villa Mancusi.Patsy had, no surprise, taken charge.Leave all thedetails to me, she said, telling him to be waiting outside his apartment on Friday morning, a carwould pick him up.Yeah, a car.No two-plus-hours train trip for them, Patsy was funding thisventure.Freddie was surprised to see the stretch limo maneuver around the tight bends of the viadel Colosseo.One stop later to pick up Patsy at the (of course) five-star Hotel Majestic on theVia Veneto not far from where she and Santo had had drinks, where Freddie had fortuitouslymet Santo then they were off.Villa Mancusi was located two hours north of Rome within the rolling hills of Tuscanyand, as Patsy told him when she joined him in the back of the limo,  I can t believe you connivedyour way there.You re such a bitch.But hey, if this works out the way I hope, you and your dateget two premium seats for opening night. Uh, Patsy, if this works out the way it should, I ll only need one ticket, Freddie said, awicked smile crossing his face as he added,  My date will be up on stage.So, agendas set and conspiratorial winks exchanged, the limo set off for a weekenddestined to be among the most memorable Freddie had ever spent.Patsy spent a good deal of thetime on her mobile with various friends, clients, and, in one instance, her brother, Colton. Yes,dear, I promise I ll make to your Cap-Ferrat villa before you leave& well, I don t know when, Istill have not completed my business in Rome.So, who s your hot lover this year? Have youpicked him out yet, and if so, what flight was he on and what city was he heading to? Is he youngand pliable? What?& Of course I haven t met anyone.Do I ever? Oh, Colton, those don tcount& for me the gays are just harmless fun& I don t mean you, Freddie& who, oh, a friend,silly boy& Freddie closed his eyes and tried not to listen to her conversation, but short of throwinghimself out the rear door, he had little choice.Maybe he could sit up front with the driver.Patsywas as brutally forthright with her apparently horny brother as she was with her gay airport pick-ups.So Freddie concentrated on the lush countryside.Endless rows of bushy vines gave wayto innumerable carpets of sunflowers, their stalks bending sideways off the breeze-blown hills.What struck Freddie was how brightly colored the world was in this vibrant land s though thesun s rays were stronger here than other place Freddie had ever seen, blessing nature in aTechnicolor glow.It felt good to be away from the cramped streets of Rome, even more so to becomfortably seated amid cooling air-conditioning, the sweltering heat of the city forgotten.As heimagined Villa Mancusi, he saw a beautiful mansion upon a high hill, its neo-classic design likesomething out of a fairy tale.No, not those kind of fairies, but perhaps appropriate.He smiledwidely, his first genuine grin since that strange meeting days ago with Beno.Was this trip reallysuch a good idea? Freddie supposed there was no going back, not when a sign on the sign of theroad announced Arezzo in twenty kilometers.Wow, they d already traveled one hundred and sixty kilometers already, the near-twohour trip almost over.Another twenty minutes passed before the limo turned off the A1, winding its waythrough roads that grew increasingly smaller, narrower.Up a winding road, one switchback, thenanother, Freddie was beginning to doubt the oversized car would not be able to make it all theway up the mountain.But the driver continued to drive expertly, at one point having to honk hisway around a particularly tight bend.Good thing: another car was making its way down theopposite side.They let it pass, and the limo continued, a short while later coming to a stop besidea closed gate. I think we re here, Patsy announced.Fear struck Freddie s heart.Already? Wait, who was he? Her assistant, a producer, one ofthe actors? He couldn t remember what they had decided.Did he even want to associate himselfwith Patsy? She had come to claim Santo s soul; Freddie only wanted his--what? Enticingimages of Santo s naked self washed over him, his thick cock and his charming smile, hiswelcome mat of a chest.Suddenly Freddie was in those steamy shots, too, and they things theywere doing he hoped it wasn t fantasy but a sign of things to come.Freddie s cock dancedinside his pants.Another porno? Call this one Come Again, Come Often.The gates unlocked and the limo pulled ahead, coming to a quick stop.Seconds later the driver came around the opened the doors to the limo, Patsy stepping outfirst, Freddie following her.She immediately slid sunglasses down upon her eyes, either to shieldher eyes from the bright sun, or from the imminent glare of the Mancusi family.Freddie took aquick look around the grounds, discovering that the villa was quite modern and sleek in design, adirect contrast to the ancient, ornate mansion he d envisioned.Expansive grounds were lushlyappointed with plants and flowers, and the sweet smell of the countryside permeated all aroundhim.No one was there to greet them, but that quickly changed as he heard the sound of a dooropening [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]