TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 2. KINGS WILL BE CROWNED (ENGLISH VERSION)

WHAT A DAMN JOLLY GOOD IDEA

Roger persuaded me to drive me home in his Alfa Romeo driving like a mad.

- Goddamit, Rog. The way you drive make me nervous. I could afford a taxi. You can't drive like this through the middle of London.

- Won't you tell me what happened with Peter Sellers?

- I've already told you. It didn't happen anything because you appeared, my blonde white knight.

- What did you do to that fifty old man overwrought by the coke?

- Why do I have to do something? I was just having a drink quietly and he approached me. He said I resembled his ex wife.

- You do something to every living soul, you disturb even a little bug. You can't be trusted on your own.

I lifted my legs curled up on the seat and got my head between them like an ostrich.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Are you crying?

- I'm not crying.

- We're arriving right away.

- I don't trust arriving safe and sound while you keep disobeying all the road safety rules.

I bet that Alfa Romeo could tell a lot of stories if he could talk. I also had been one of his several flirts with whom he had fun inside this car. I still remembered when he fingered me so accurately in there. God, what a crazy thing to recall just now.

- Thanks for the suicidal ride. Get back to Hammersmith. You have commitments.

- I won't go over there till you are inside your flat.

- Oh, Roggie. I'm fine. It's just... nothing. I'm fine -I struggled with my keys but I couldn't open up the door owing to my restlessness.

Roger took softly my keys from my hand. He got it into the lock and opened up the door quite normally.

He entered my flat and closed the door behind me. He cupped my face between his hands staring at me worried and intensely.

- You keep shaking.

- It's normal, he really freaked me out. I think Peter was out of control tonight.

- I hope he didn't touch you.

- He didn't, really. Roger, come back. I'm having something warm and always can relax listening to I'm in love with my car over and over again -I smiled trying not to worry him.

- Can't you lie a little better? I know you can...

- I'm in love with my car is the B-side of the best selling single in England right now. I don't think I am the only one who thinks it's real good. Come back with the rest. Have fun.

- Do you think we are having fun in those post show receptions? They are a fucking torture. It's just work.

- Well, Roggie. Everything cannot be fun in life.

- Everytime you call me Roggie I got the feeling that it's a name that you came up with. I can't help it...

Roger held me in his arms. I had still my body slightly tensed owed to Peter and the frantic journey by car. He touched my lips carefully and seeing I didn't resist, he deepened his kiss only how he could.

- No... Roger... it's not a great idea -I mumbled touching my lips with my fingers as though I was pretending erase what it just had happen.

- I just want you to stop shaking. That's it.

He crushed his lips to mine again with passion. That was not a good idea to stop shaking, that's for sure.

- Please, Roger. Go. Don't spoil the night even more.