Last thing I remember is slippin' on some goddam leaves, then I was here. I wasn't aimin' to cripple you. Tell me what ya want. Whyntcha sit down? Sta...ding too long's gotta be a problem.' She glared at me not quite so hard and gimped over to a chair.'You OK? You've got a lot of bruising.''Banged myself up pretty good. You?' She shrugged.'Cracked a bone, tore the ligaments up. I guess it could be worse. Did you really ask someone who I was?' She was calming down some.'Last year. Started sittin'. I am drinking coffee, looking around the yard. Then I noticed, as Stefan at times looking in, bare thighs of my mother. Simply swallow them, the eyes. Im still looking around, indifferent, while my mom and Maria discussed. In fact, I watched Stefan, to measure my mom. As he stops to view its huge tits. Practically he touched them, his eyes, then his view down below, to the naked thighs, from my mother, his eyes wanted to pass under her skirt. Watch it, old peasant, he would fuck her, I thought,. I got a laugh at watching his eye light up."It isn't French cooking but it is very good for peasant cooking," he said,"You mean most cooking in France isn't peasant cooking?" I asked."Not the really good French food. Sure the run of the mill food you would get in a roadside tavern is like this for breakfast. We have a different kind of bread but this is still very good, in that rustic kind of way."Right," I said. Sylvia just smiled.I was about to ask her what she found so amusing, before I. A very slight stiffness in her walk for a couple of days seemed to be the only lasting physical result of our weekend. If Mme Bertha had any doubts, Sofía’s Cheshire cat grin answered the question her aunt had not asked aloud.Without saying anything Mme Bertha somehow communicated that she would not interrupt or complain should Sofía and I seek private time. How does one conduct an employee-employer relationship if one is sleeping with the employee? The answer is simple: it can’t be done. I.
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