MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

SOME DAY ONE DAY

Charlotte awoke not his paternal instincts exactly but again arouse quite tender conversations with Leoni. She already gave up on the possibillity of having sex with Enzo. She was content being "her weird partner" in such a difuse and uncertain terms. Both, two extremely sexual people, together were like two asexual angels who enjoyed enormously of each other's company in all the other fields. Never sexual one. Pauline was jealous without cause of Leoni, Leoni was jealous without cause of Pauline and her daughter. That flaming circle was something funny to see for Enzo and felt deeply flattered and loved by both women but funnily enough what he longed with another man never got to achieve it. It was such a long time since he get carried away with just one night stands, never before he was so much time as a single. In certain way the german boys wasn't his thing, he thought.

Leoni was aware of this particular situation in his life. She knew that he didn't fell in love with anybody since he was in Munich and she always remained hopeful that Enzo would like to cross his sidewalk at last. After all, the actor was a free spirit. Nobody would be confused if suddenly he was again with a woman. What if he chose her as his wife and mother of his children?

Lately he dropped oftener by Leoni's flat. He felt so lonely when the fever of furios sex and coke and alcohol vanished. Enzo was again the vulnerable child who Leoni adored just the same as the crazy and loose boy.

- Whoever with the bigger cock, climb up here! -he shouted naked from the balcony.

It ocurred to him going out stark naked smoking for a breath of fresh air. There was a group of masons working in the building across her flat and couldn't resist the temptation to throw himself at them. Leoni dragged him inside laughing hard.

- If you impregnate me you wouldn't feel sorry, would you? -Leoni said both lying on the sofa, one at each extreme, touching their feet playfully.

- Don't say it like this, my love. You'd get pregnant. It sounds better.

- Does it sound good to you?

- It sounds beautiful to me. As a sentence.

- Would you like having a baby with me?

- Oh, don't be ridiculous.

- Why not?

- Because I don't wanna talk about that. Let me listen to Sabina Argento.

- You chose the issue, not me.

- I was just speculate. We are a pair of wild and hedonistics. Drugs, fun, sex. There's no children included.

- If you ask me marry you, I would.

- What a silly girl. Come here, give us a kiss.

Enzo thought in his good friend Mark Sandler, actor as him. A gay who wanted so badly his own children that he married with a woman light operator who met two weeks ago. Enzo still was laughing but it didn't think unreasonable.

- I'm having a baby, Enzo.

Mark was a regular in the clubs where Enzo used to go and always got together. That night his friend was particularly elated and wanted to share the good news. Enzo was still recovering the news that he read on the papers. He got married with a woman and now this.

- So it's true. You got married because you wanted being a father.

- I think in fact I was never gay, you know?

Enzo burst into laughter covering his mouth. That's a good one. And he was moving his ass on the dance floor around gays.

- I was trying to delude myself. You should try too.

- Stop being gay? -he addressed to him still laughing.

- No, having a child.

- No, I can buy some in Harrods. They'd offer me two for one sale.

- You should thinking on getting married Pauline at last. You understand each other very well. Nothing can fail. And you would have good looking children.

- It would fail the key part, my friend -he said with a smile touching his crotch.

- Bah, it's like riding a bike. One never forgets.

- We can't deny our nature. It's crazy.

- Oh darling, you delude yourself too. You use Pauline as screen in your parties. Your boyfriends always walk a few steps behind as though they were your bodyguards. It's another way to delude yourself.

- I don't wanna upset my parents. They have other mentality, you know. It would be disastrous to them.

- They adore you. They would understand it.

- They want me to getting married Pauline. They always did.

- It's what you should do and leave so many destructive and selfish boyfriends.

He would lie if he said that for a fraction of a second he didn't thought Leoni could be his own mare. But it was just a crazy thought consequence of one of his several hangovers. Could it be something so pure and nice coming of Munich?

Enzo didn't gauge quite well the danger of his straight play. He was very aroused by her but at the time to take one step further, it was impossible. The utmost sex they shared was a couple of times in which they both ended up in bed with two men. In that confused moments in which the kisses and erotic plays belong to everyone. Enzo just could kiss her all over and just look gently at her while these men's beautiful asses climbed up and down over her. And he kissed her hair self absorbed while she moaned, completely lost.

Those confused scenes between them miraculously helped them to keeping their relationship on their own terms.

- I love men, my love -he used to say-. There's nothing comparable to a good cock getting into my ass.

Enzo with his astounding frankness, never could upset her. He gave her a friendship through thick and thin, the only concept he had for a true friendship. But she couldn't want something deeper from him because he was gay and would be so till his death. The affair of shared flat kept dillated in time.

And suddenly that daily routine of night excesses more or less organized  was changed abrupty and violently.