Frank Sinatra & Pasta Sauce
"What exactly do u want to hear II" he asked softly
She leaned between Frank Sinatra and Miles Davis
EXACTLY II
SOLLU IPPO... HES ASKING... ANSWER THAT U MORON
WHAT DO U WANT TO HEAR? JUST WHAT?
That she didnt? What would that do to you? or say to you?
Hes lying? OK lets say he lies.. what does that tell you?
He would even lie to make you happy?
That means he means as much to you as you to him?
Is it OK for him to discover that lil secret?
he means more to you than u make it apparent every breath you take.
If you are relieved that Marliese hasnt stayed here, that means he discovers that you want you to be the one
If he says she HAS, WHAT DOES THAT DO TO YOU?
You are not his first? Maybe even not his last?
How will you handle THAT?
The fact that you are not his first comforting? Just as much as the fact that you may not be his last?
Are you a glutton for cruel and unusual troture?
Do u want him to know u want to be his last?
NO NO...I dont want to be his last... ermm.
I JUST WANT... ERMMM... TO BE "HIS ONLY ONE ONE"
NOT FIRST, NOT LAST... JUST HIS ONLY... THANK YOU!
IMPOSSIBLE II
IN EVEN EXPECTING SUCH A THING YOU ARE MAD
IN EXPECTING HIM TO LIE SO AS TO MAKE YOU HAPPY, YOU ARE DELUSIONAL
I KNOW... her insides fell on the cobble stoned street below shattering into a thousand pieces
"Dumb question" "I guess" she said weakly
Her face was flushed at that intense inner battle she just had... her fresh cleanly scrubbed face, soft and pink...
Her eyes didnt have any kohl on them... she looked 18 to him... except for that speck of sindoor in her parting
AYYOYYO!! I CANT SAY "LET GO OF ME" and return to DII
I CANT SAY "HOLD ME FOR EVER" and lets live a lie like your past doesnt exist
EITHER WAY I LOSE IT ALL AND IT HURTS... UNIMAGINABLY
She swallowed a lump...
"U have to send me a link to their songs or copy them into my ipod so I can listen
He picked up his hanging left earphone and gently stuffed in hear ear, Frank Sinatra began to croon
I've got you under my skin.
I've got you deep in the heart of me.
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me.
I've got you under my skin.
I'd tried so not to give in.
I said to myself: this affair never will go so well.
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin?
I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear:
Don't you know, little fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
But each time that I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin.
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
They wandered the living room letting Frank complete his song...
she pulled out books from the book shelf wall... he checked something on his phone texts? emails?
"OMG!! hes is absolutely fantastic" she said, as he muted the dial on the cord, she returned his ear phone and went to her things
HOW DID FRANK SINATRA KNOW?
GENIUS!! JUST LIKE RAKSHASAN, HIS FAVORITE CROONERS ARE GEINUSES TOO
SHE TRIED TO MIMIC THE TUNE... SOFTLY
He picked up her suitcase and a large tote bag like luggage
She walked towards the twin open doors... glass and wide... sun shining on the bed... 3 tiny balconies with flowering plants/vines along the rail
Picturesque... like Aishwarya's Cannes hotel room
She didnt look at the bed... she pretended it didnt exist... she walked over to the balcony
She wandered back in, and
He had opened a bunch of drawers and was hanging a bunch of oak/wood hangers on the other side of the closet
She unpacked quietly he hung the outfits for her, her bag full of accessories, she arranged it all in a empty drawer
"Eiffel at 5?" he asked leaning on the chest of drawers, picked up a sparkly necklace...
"Do u need a separate check in bag for the accessories"
She slapped his hand
"Shut up"
He smiled his half smile
"U probably have a bag of sex toys" she said derisively
"No... I sually have a set of those at every location" he said smugly
He walked over to where she unpacked a little box of trinkets
And slid his arms over her waist on to her belly, linking them...
He bent down rocking on his feet taking her with him
"What were you thinking of?" he asked
"Kab" she enquired pretending to not know
"Out at the kitchen balcony"
"Just missing my parents I think" she lied
"She only exists in your mind" he said as if he didnt believe her answer
I KNOW SHE EXISTS FOR REAL
YOU ARE A LIAR!!
SHE EXISTS FOR REAL
YOU LIVED WITH HER IN THIS HOUSE FOR 4 5? YEARS?
"Whose sister is she?" she asked happy she could go back to talking about Marliese
NOTHING according to her was as big as Marliese
"Alex" he said gently letting go of her
She channeled Alex's face... Marliese's was a blur... but she tried her best...
"I am going to go fix lunch" he said
She put away the rest of her clothes... embedded with the 10s of empty oak hangers was one a empty pink one
~~~~~
"Main roz sandwich nahi kha sakti main roz pasta bhi nahi khaaoongi" she complained seeing him chop veggies on the counter
He gave her a "look"
"Kya?" she sat on the counter over a kitchen towel... the kitchen was yellow and burnt red, the refrigerator and appliances all yellow like retro like 1940s decor
He smiled his half smile
"Unless its a subtle hint I should be dieting" she said sucking her breath in turning his face towards her to show him her rib bones... and sucked in belly
"Couldnt see under the mounds" he said
She slapped him with the back of her hand
"Kya bana rahe ho?"
Pasta" he said
"usually US shows mein they drink wine when guys cook, AND THEY WEAR APRONS that says something
risque like "I spank naughty girls" or "Dont worry it only seems kinky the first time". Actually they are
only wearing an apron... the girl is actually wearing his shirt
Over sized except on the boobs... she has a love sick look and and her eyes are sleep drugged. He doesnt burn anything, he acts like he is bobby flay or sanjeev kapoor"
He looked at her like "are u done? or is there more"
"ZIPPP" "I am just going to watch" she said
LIKE THATS EASY
She swung her legs, and gently picked up a whisk from a tall untensil container and shook it by his ear, he shoved her hand away, she mised the onion peels with the onion
she mixed finely chopped basil with onion... he gently moved things away from her
She leaned over to the sink... wich was on her other side... filled up a glass half way and poured it over the chopped tomatoes...
He was furious... he had a opened can of tomato sauce... he picked it up pulled her plunging kurta's v neck and emptied it all
bas***d.!! she shrieked
shaking off the icy cold sauce off her dress as it dripped to the tile floor
He went back to chopping, she filled up a bowl of water poured olive oil, SALT AND PEPPER in it and poured it on his head
He turned around and picked her up and walked the hallway and took her to bed
She screamed as he lay her on it pulling his tee off
"Do not sit on my abdomen" she warned, groaning... her lower body sore and tender... he did, holding her down
And bent down sucking off every speck of pasta sauce off her kurta and skin...
"U missed a spot" she gasped when he was done
He looked at her questioningly
She gently lifted herself up on her elbows and kissed him, fully... tangy tomato-ey and moist.. he moved on her as she sucked his tongue
His hair soaked in olive oil salt and pepper
her moans went unheeded... he watched her writhe & moan... and later climax with devilish satisfaction, he was fully clothed and she had her lingerie on...
She lay in his arms weak and lifeless... her trip to heaven in such "indisposed" state making her particularly limp and fragile
He had not said A WORD since he had said "Pasta" when she asked what he was cooking
He picked her up and took her to the shower
~~~~~
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