We dressed ourselves to kill, we got very hot for our crazy night. I was entering over and over again in unknown territories. I knew we needed that after that confused incident and I thought we wouldn't have any trouble to pick up with ease on London nightlife.
I was led by Mary because obviously I hadn't any idea where it was a good place to dance, where you could have a drink or in short, where things were really going on any given night in swinging London.
- You will love this place. It's one of Freddie's favourites.
- Alright. But I don't want you utter again that name in all night.
After a couple of pints and a couple of pubs, we moved on and stepped into the most crowded places in Kings Road to dance. On the dance floor we met right away a couple of lonely American cowboys who started to touch us up with the excuse of dancing. I watched amused how Mary was having a bad time to get rid of that man who was all arms. Mine wasn't backing down either so we made our way through the crowd on the dance floor, excused ourselves to go to the bathroom and put a few paces between us.
- I want to go home and having a shower -Mary told me sadly-. That guy touched me all over. It was disgusting.
- No way. No one is going home. They seemed very nice to me. The typical yankies with no brain.
- Hi, Farmer. Have you changed the countryside for the city?
I turned around startled hearing that voice. Even among the loud music it came to my ears clear. The bastard journalist with his phony smile.
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- Get into the bathroom, Mary. I'm waiting for you.
Mary nodded after throwing him an icy glance. She looked like she noticed the tension all over my body.
- Is she your girlfriend? That's why you couldn't make a deal with me?
- I couldn't because you are a disgusting and blackmailer swine.
- No, cutie. It was just a deal, exchange of favours.
- Have you already taken out my photo, unscrupulous scoundrel?
- Well not yet. It isn't even in the editorial office with everything else.
I stood there stunned. That man wouldn't have doubted to say it if he had chosen to publish them. He was too scamp.
- Is that true?
- We both only know about that photo. Isn't that the sweetest thing? -he said putting one hand around my waist.
- Get away -I pushed him apart slapping his hand-. I want that photo.
- Are we returning to the starting point?
My photo was going through the network in 2020, that meant this pervert would end up publishing it. But I was there to change that. The destiny gave me a second chance.
