MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

AND TO THRILL YOU, I'LL USE ANY DEVICE

Enzo remained without his memories and Tarek was growing restless all the time. But he tried to pretend it. Every little advance in other fields he celebrated enormously. He was completely free from that bacterium that almost killed him and his liver resection had brought no more added complications.

Tarek celebrated the good news with joyful explosions like spending five minutes kissing his neck without breathing. But when he looked at his eyes, he could recall a thousand of situations between them and Enzo couldn't. The latter held onto him as a blind man with his guide.

Enzo was always surrounded by people visiting him to amuse him in every single way but he always ached for five o'clock in the afternoon when Tarek went out of work and walked through the door.

Funnily enough it was Tarek's vest that he was wearing what brought him back some memories.

- I have a vest like that. Haven't I? -he asked before Tarek's astounding face.

He nodded stunned looking at the vest and him by turns. It was a single vest in which you could read in tiny letters over the left strap: "Ask me about my plans and interests". It was white with yellow stripes and it was a Tarek's present to him.

- It's yours, actually, but I'm wearing it oftener. What does bring it to your mind? Quick. Some memories about it...

- I don't know. I just think I wore it and I looked great on it.

- It doesn't matter, my dear. So good you've remembered something at least.

- Is it yellow my favourite colour? -he asked him with hopeful eyes.

- Well, it is. I would say so. It's a good start. You'll know, right away you'll have more things in your mind.

Tarek, started to bring photos. Some photos taken by him, others from anyone else. In one of them he was smoking and all you could see was the smoke and behind it, at the background, Enzo.

- It suggests me the photographer is very good.

Tarek rolled his eyes, delighted.

- You were the photographer, sure. Is it possible you are always taking photos? Are you a sort of Instagram fanatic, always uploading your masterpieces?

- Well, the idea is trying to guess things about you. Not me. Ok, you're in a good direction.

- Do I smoke?

- You used to do it, yes. But that didn't stop your kisses tasted like chocolate. A few years ago, since you got sick, you quitted smoking. That photo doesn't bring you memories, shall we try with another one? Look at this.

- A good-looking guy stuffing a turkey. Who is he?

Of course he was Taron cooking one of his best dishes.

- Can't you remember anything about that Christmas time?

- No idea.

- Look at this.

Enzo face down in a couch stark naked with his beautiful ass being the leading star of the photo. Of course he was unaware he was taking him that photo.

- I don't have a bad bottom, have I? -he winked at him, flirty.

- Don't you recall that day?

- I was frozen.

- God, yes. Can you see that's not a bad idea? Next one.

- No, not more. I got fever now -he complained bringing his hands to his forehead, theatrical.