The man with the child in his eyes MJ

Part 9

While he was narrating I hid my head between my knees and my hands to further cover my head. When he had finished he noticed my posture and said:" Are you okay?"

Leonie:" it's embarrassing, I feel uncomfortable"

Michael:" You asked me to tell"

Leonie:" Why did you use all those dirty words?"

Michael:" well, so you learn to avoid asking me things that I don't want to tell. Those vulgar words make the situation clearer"

Leonie:" Please no, I am not used to it"

Michael:" Are you not used to it? I'll get you used to it right away!". He burst out laughing and me with him, dissolving the embarrassment created by the story of the experience with the prostitute. At the same time I punched his arm always laughing.

Michael:" Why do you punch my poor arm? You are definitely a boy"

Leonie:" I'm not a boy!! I have no boobs, but I'm totally a girl"

Michael:" Let's check !" He said with a provocative grin, reaching out towards me, pretending to want to touch my private parts.

Leonie:" stay away from me, what's up with you today? Did the prostitute's tale turn you on?" I said giggling trying to run away.

Leonie:" Did you meet her again?"

Michael:" Why do I have to reply? It's not your business". He said with ironic expression.

Leonie:" Don't be so bad with your girlfriend".

Silence....

Leonie:" I'm waiting for you to reply"

Snorting he said:" yes Leonie, but rarely"

Leonie:" Didn't you like her? Did you?"

Michael:" how stressful you are. I liked her but not so much."

Leonie:" Do you want to make me believe she raped you?"

Michael:" Prrr .... how can it be possible, silly"

Then I had an idea to irritate him even more: I went into the house for a moment and told Michael to wait for me there. He saw me came back with a tray with disinfectant cotton wool and a needle. As soon as he realized what I was bringing, he shouted:" no you won't touch my face" starting to escape. He knew I wanted to squeeze his pimples.

Leonie:" Where are you going? Come here, silly" I started running to reach him and since I was very fit I considered taking him fast .... when I was close to him, with a twisted and lightning-fast move, he took me turning me upside down. I screamed laughing at the same time.

When I managed to free myself and we both resumed chasing each other, my mother, invited by my cry, came out from the house. Seeing the scene she burst out laughing, also because, by now, she associated Michael with the famous 'dogface' that I said to his father Joe. This association, also, had the advantage that she was softer about our relationship. Then she brought us a drink and our typical freshly home made cakes, Michael had never seen them so I illustrated them:" This is the sacher torte made of sponge cake prepared with Swiss dark chocolate, eggs, butter, flour, sugar and finally apricot jam spread in the middle of the sponge cake divided in half. And this is the strudel made of puff pastry filled with: apples, raisins, cinnamon, pine nuts".

He usually ate little, but, in this occasion he ate those sweets very willingly.

Michael:" Both very delicious".

Once refreshed, I went around him, passing my arm around his neck, until his head was blocked as if to strangle him, but to squeeze his pimples, and finally I won it. My mother exclaimed:" Oh daughter of mine, see? When a man is in love with you he does whatever you want". I wish!