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She had the manners of a Hollywood starlet.

I didn't think too much of it.

Sure, I thought she was nice looking

like all the guys did in the village, nothing more.

She never sat at the table.

She always wanted everyone to see her.

So she was standing in the center of the terrace,

always talking too loud,

always surrounded by idiots trying to get her in the sack.

You know the way it is in small towns.

It takes hours to get people out of a bar.

With Lily, the owner's wife, we didn't have much time for romance.

We were always doing it standing up in the back of the bar, close to the bathroom.

Her husband was always going home early in the evening, always *****.

Mmm.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

My brother Marco used to give a ride back to our closest neighbors.

He piled them in the back of his truck with their girlfriends in their low pants.

Do you want to smoke?

No.

I quit smoking.

Gotta stay healthy when you get 30.

So, did you drive anyone home?

Her.

Did you fuck her?

What do you think?

And?

That ass she has, man.

I didn't see much of the rest because we did it by my truck.

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