So why me

09h40pm

"It was probably very good, Mrs. Clifford, but I have to tell you, I hate pork. For my part, I find that it lacks finesse, it is fat and unrefined. Dad always says it's the poor man's dish par excellence and I admit I agree a little with his words. I apologize for my frankness, but I prefer to inform you so you wouldn't cook it for me the next time I eat at your place. With these good words, come here, you, I want a kiss."

Mrs. Clifford doesn't believe it. This kid is really unashamed. She clearly asks him to cook according to her tastes and now allows herself to kiss her son in front of her? If that was all that this little girl from a good family had put her through, but when she was preparing the meal, she asked Jessica to help her and this plague answered her most naturally. "No, thanks, I'll pass. I leave that kind of ignoble chores to the servants."

Mrs. Clifford, who was peeling carrots at the time, so surprised by this shameless answer, insinuating that she was no better than a servant, cut off her finger. When Jessica ran up to her, Mrs. Clifford naively thought that she would help her heal her wound, but what a mistake. "So you're a clumsy woman, Mrs. Clifford, or maybe you're bad at cooking? Anyway, I'll send a servant here to teach you how to run a house properly. That's right, my boyfriend, can't risk an accident because his mother is a bad housewife."

At the table, breathing very quickly, Mrs. Clifford's black eyes now are opening up widely and she doesn't know what to do. The plague has just stolen her son's tongue and he seems to be on the verge of passing out.

Jessica didn't think she would do it so quickly, but Adam's haircut and his new clothes make him very attractive to her. Very happy, she straightens up and puts her tongue on her lips to not lose anything of their first kiss.

"It was very pleasant. Adam, I'll meet you at my house tomorrow morning at 7:30, don't be late. Good evening, Mrs. Clifford, no need to walk me, the house is really very small, there is no way I get lost. Bye bye."

What a bitch who takes advantage of her assets to charm men. Mrs. Clifford puts her hand on her forehead when she notices that her son still has his tongue out of his mouth. Here is one who is more than under the spell of this siren than she suspected., she said to herself with a deep sigh.

"Adam, this kid is 15 years old and not 18 is not?"

No reactions, his Adam, all tongue outside, eyes riveted to the ceiling seems to have been transported to another world. This time it's too much for Mrs. Clifford who, after getting up, slaps her son's head in the face.

"Are you back among us, you idiot son?"

For any answer to her request, when Mrs. Clifford reaches the dining room door, she gets a strange laugh from a teenager who is definitively, totally in love with the girl that she can't handle. "Huhu, our saliva has mixed."

Mrs. Clifford is so tired tonight that when she arrives in her room, she throws herself on her bed, without even taking the time to take off her clothes. Why, I agreed that Adam could follow her to England already? This thought is the last that crosses her mind before sleep takes her to a world filled with Jessicas laughing at her.

Friday, April 11, 2014

07h28am

"Still, it's convenient the integrated GPS and it doesn't take up any space. The rear camera is fun but I stopped it because I never looked at the road when it was working. No doubt the television available to the driver would be really dangerous."

In his new Aston Martin DB9, Adam in Armani suit, J.M. Weston shoe, Rolex watch, simple but elegant Vuiton Necklace, has again understood nothing of what Jessica meant by elegance on occasion, but it doesn't matter, because he feels strangely comfortable and fresh today. Maybe his Guerlain perfume has something to do with it, he suddenly thinks with a laugh.

Jessica, on the other hand, has set the alarm on her smartphone. If Adam again allows herself to keep her waiting, she swears to make him pay a very high price. Currently in the south hall of what looks more like a hotel than a private residence, she is tapping her foot nervously.

07h29am

On the road, a very elegant young man is constantly accelerating and decelerating to take advantage of the powerful hum of the V12 engine and the 240 hp running under his hood. The radio is currently broadcasting an old American classic that unconsciously makes his shoulders move and his lips move. Carried away by Green Day's and his Basket Case, which puts him in a trance, Adam turns the sound up, but that's not enough. To enjoy this music he particularly likes, he decelerates again and increases the volume of the car radio again to fully enjoy the extremely pure sound from the Beosound DB9 concept developed specifically by Bang & Olufsen and Aston Martin for the DB9. 5 midrange speakers, 3 tweeters, 3 woofers, 1 powerful subwoofer, Adam feels Billie Joe Armstrong's presence in the passenger seat and unleashes as never before.

07h32am

In the lobby, Jessica clenches her teeth, after a scream, her course bag flies through the room and she grabs her smartphone to dial 2 digits, pre-recorded.

"Security post, this is Miss Benson. I'm contacting you to report that I won't be using the main entrance this morning so don't worry. Another thing, soon an idiot in Aston Martin will appear before you. I demand that you do him a full body search, but do him no harm, otherwise believe me that you will hear from me and that my men will be merciless with you."