One of the ladies he introduced to me as, Gabriella, his wife! I smiled, shook hands with her and the other two, feeling extremely embarrassed.In Ital...an Renzo explained who I was, an American, a writer and artist and here to do some illustrative work. They smiled and nodded. I smiled back and looked questioningly at Renzo.Turning to me in English he said, “I told them your professional occupation and that professional reason why you are here. None of the ladies speak much English, except for. I booked a room in a decent hotel in the city and reached there. I wanted to take it slow and wanted her to submit herself to me. That night, all we did was talk and just a kiss (What a waste, I know).But slowly, she started to get too involved with me and finally, we got together like a couple.One day, she had an off and I had a night shift. She called me and told me that there was no one at her place. Her husband had gone out to work and would be back only in the evening. Her son had gone for. "What did you do?" I asked. "I cut my fricken chin." He replied. I was standing by a kleenex box, so I grabbed one and walked over to my uncle. He turned to me and looked down so I could have an easier reach. I wiped the blood from the side of his chin. "You cut yourself pretty deep there." I told him. "Good thing Nurse Lexsie was here to save me." He laughed. I laughed with him. I turned to through the kleenex in the garbage. I threw it away and looked back to Derek. His eyes were staring. We were getting to know each other. She asked about me and my life, answered my questions about hers straight away. On occasion she would put her hand on my shoulder, her touch was like electricity to me. One morning it had rained a lot the night before and as we walked we came to a place where the water was running down the gutter. I reached my hand out to help her jump over it. She put here hand in mine and jumped, but didn’t pull her hand away as we walked on down the street. I gave here.