MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

LIVE LIFE ON THE RAZORS EDGE

Enzo received the nice wooden box beaming. He had still his blushed cheek while he ran with trembling hands all the wooden box polished surface.

- Oh, what a beautiful box. I love it.

As Enzo didn't open it up, Tarek said laughing:

- Won't you open it up? Did you think I was going to give you a wooden box?

- Oh... -he brought his hand to his mouth, amused-. I'm so silly, it's so beautiful... I will use it for my letters.

Enzo discovered the beautiful vase with shells and mother-of-pearls in the inner part of the box lined with blue velvet. He was thrilled looking at it from every angle, lost in wonder.

- Do you like it? -Tarek asked sitting with his crossed legs on bed, pleased with each one of his nice gestures.

- Of course I do. I know exactly where I'm gonna place it.

- I'm glad. It's getting harder find something to give you.

- Oh, don't be ridiculous. The 27 kisses were something unbeatable.

And it was true. Despite being used to receive all kind of luxury presents, every little detail made him so happy.

- Oh, darling. This box is so beautiful. You must spend so much time with it -he said stroking the velvet.

- A little while, yeah.

- Oh, interesting. After all these years I'm discovering my husband knows treating the wood so nicely as my own dick -Enzo covered his mouth, himself shocked by his outburst.

- My mother is very good at woodwork.

- Then, being skillful with woodwork is inherited as the good ear or your beautiful eyes?

- I think so.

- Oh, my dear. I think I'm gonna exploit you with no mercy. I got a couple of ideas in mind...

- Calm down. We are in Tahiti and Marygold Alley is so far away. I recall you owe me an orgasm.

- I owe it to you. Yes, I didn't forget it -he stared at his big blue smokey eyes while he put his head over the pillow-. Would you give me a reasonable term to pick it out?

- Alright.

- I spoke to Pauline this morning. She told me they're interested in making a tour around some theatres in United Kingdom.

- Will you do it?

- I told her I will do it. What do you think?

- Have you thought it over?

- No... well, yes. What do I have to think? You don't agree with my decisión.

- I just want to know if you've thought about it. Just that.

- You imply that I take my decisions wildly.

- Sometimes you are very emotional taking them. And in this case I think you should give a chance to your brilliant mind.

- Don't suck up to me.

- I'm just saying you have to use it, taking into account it's not empty.

- I thought over it, my love. But I synthesize quickly. And I thought it was such an amazing experience. I still can't believe how successful we've been when I thought firmly it would be a failure. Not even the critics had smashed me enough to make me bleed -he smiled sarcastic-. I can go on performing Brick. It's a gift that life gave to me. Why should I let it pass? It's not my style. I want you think positively.