I apologize that I have not posted anything lately. I find myself moving once again to a new city and I have not had time to have as much fun as I am accustomed to, or write any of it down. I have had some fun encounters and I will post them shortly, but in the meantime I wrote a new chapter in a story that some of you apparently like. I hope you like this additional chapter. Ciao.
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It had been only a few minutes
since Martin had left the room. I had
remained in place, sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do. Martin had indicated that some guy named
Maldito had arrived and wanted to see Arturo.
I had no idea who this ‘Maldito’ was but clearly Arturo did and it had
him concerned.
He had gotten up from the bed
and started to pace the room slowly, his head down, looking at the floor with a
worried expression locked in place. A
few minutes earlier he had appeared to be somewhat out of it due to whatever it
was he was snorting up his nose. He was
now much more focused, although I could see in his half-closed eyes that he was
still feeling the effects of the drugs.
As if coming out of a dream Arturo suddenly looked up and saw himself in
one of the many mirrors, shook his head, realizing that he was still naked, and
walked to where he has tossed his jeans and started to put them on. He had just put his second foot through his
jean leg and was pulling them up to his waist when the door opened.
Into the room walked the
biggest man I have ever seen in my life.
As he walked in I couldn’t help notice that the top of his head cleared
the doorframe by mere inches. I also
noticed that he was not only tall, but wide as well; his shoulders appeared to
come close to brushing the sides of the doorway. He was dressed in a dark blue, pinstripe,
two-piece suit, with a red floral pattern tie.
I had been to my father’s office many times and I knew an expensive suit
when I saw one; this man was dressed to kill.
His shoes were black and shined to the point where the single light bulb
in the room glared off their tips. He
was wearing dark sunglasses and as he walked in the room he slowly pulled them
off with his right hand, folded them, pulled his jacket open, and slid them
into the inside suit pocket.
The Man who knew how to make
an entrance.
