The Unforgiven II

How to narrate a story and make a person believe in your shits? That was the question I was asking myself when Camille received me in a beautiful blue dress packing her stuff in a dawn of Sunday.  “I saw you with that girl!”

I was invited to a party at the house of a friend, Camille said she wouldn’t be able to go due her rehearsal to a presentation, which she would be protagonist, then I gave her the address. His house was enormous and had several rooms, the living room was spacious and it received most of people there, known and unknown ones. I, as always, kept me to the side with some closer friends, many people were there only for their gossips on magazines, and even so, there was perversion in their eyes that they wouldn’t mention on their articles. Few hours later walking in the mansion I found drugs of various kinds going on in some bedrooms, I didn’t hesitate to give a little tap on a weed and smell a coke an old friend had offered, in other rooms there was sex and orgies to the sound of AC/DC.

I went outside close to the pool and for an instant, I thought in Camille while I finished smoking the rest of the weed and looked to the cloudy sky. I was approached by a sweet voice “You don’t seem to be excited with the party” it was a pretty blonde with a short dress and a neckline that made me want to enjoy, I answered “maybe I am sick of these people… pleasure”, we spent some time chatting until the moment she offered to get a drink and show me something. In the halfway I felt dizzy at the same time she threw me inside a bathroom with an old man still using it – the old man ended up going out scared and leaving a monkey tail inside the toilet – and tearing the buttons of my shirt “You made me feel like a virgin willing her first adolescent fuck, you know?” she talked while with difficulty I asked “What have you put on the drink?”, “Just something for us to be more comfortable, but you’re not reacting like I expected, why don’t you reciprocate?” – it isn’t hard to say I’m of a traditional type who enters in a relationship without worrying with what has around, however it’d be hard to explain to a person with desires – with a slap on my face she said goodbye to me, I took a deep breath and tried to keep calm before that drug I had ingested, without saying goodbye I took a cab and went home feeling like a crap – possibly by the mixtures of the night.

For my unhappiness, Camille had seen the exact moment the blonde threw me in the bathroom and opened my shirt “You don’t know how to treat a woman and you never will, you’re nothing but a drunk child who can’t see a hole that want to stick your penis…” Filling my ears and not letting me explain she left home giving me her backs “Cami..” at the same moment I saw her closing the entrance door I fell on the middle of the stairs rolling down, totally dizzy I went to the garage and took the motorcycle still hitting the wall to the side, I left pulling up until fall on a small close bush and ending on the boardwalk of the beach – I don’t recall how I got to the bedroom…

After all, how to ask forgiveness without having blame… How to act before an aggressive and impulsive reaction... The sex involved itself in a weeping…