In a Hideous Kinky Situation

 

In a Hideous Kinky Situation

 

 

Perhaps the most beautiful girl that I have been lucky (?) enough to meet and befriend was Nicky and she has marked a low point in my bond with Danny O, who would pay in time the ‘virtual slap’ received – we were both doing the Jordanian Beano (the one where we take them out for a trip we had organized outside the official framework and then we shared the profit – 60/40 to the chagrin of The Apprentice – not far from the Ceausescu residence at Neptune, madness, but then such a safe place to deal with cash, you would not have any hoodlum right there) when we came across this Stunning Beauty, having her own initiation into the hospitality business at the Otopeni Airport and then a rare chance offered itself…

 

As it sometimes happens, you have all the mirth, luck, thrown at you compacted and limited to just those few days, and at that particular time, I had already met the second most gorgeous – there could be a retrospective, virtual, with Artificial Intelligence help Beauty Pageant to see who is there in the big final…Nicky, Nicole, Miss Romania and who else – Fatal attraction and that was Nicole, her name being another outré coincidence, first and second place both named Nicoleta, one going for Nicky and the other for Nicole – the latter had been with her mother at the baths in Caciulata, where I was doing my stint as guide for old, under treatment visitors from Israel and we hit it off, in spite of her previous attachment to a large, tall, mustachioed fellow who would take her to Germany, extracting her from the country wide commie jail, so this was a known fact and there was no way around it…

Therefore in some way, what I did was not the apogee of the knave, for Nicole would abandon me at some stage and free herself in West Germany, the awkward situation where I just left the train a little ahead of the station could be labeled in various ways – rude, showing disrespect to a woman, disconsidering the possibility that she may just dump the heavy moustache and opt for yours truly – but the fact is that I was disloyal, vicious, maybe even Machiavellian (only I do not think I have put much thought into it, on the contrary, it might have been the cliché ‘the other head was doing the analysis’) towards ‘poor and now one of the richest’ Danny O, who asked for a date, then got one and we all went to the…Baneasa Forest.

 

The Nightingales was a ‘posh’ place – if that was the name and evidently, we are talking bleak, Animal Farm days – and this were we came with two stunning beauties, Nicole and Nicky, and somehow I would leave with them both, not for a ménage a trois (it tickles the old skin to think of that nonetheless), with Nicole in the car, but with Nicky metaphorically, for I do not know how it had happened, but while we were all four sitting together, we would change alliances – it could be that Danny was not (still isn’t we could propose) exactly the best looking male you could imagine, then there is the Proustian adage that ‘we want what we do not have’ and probably Nicky felt an impulse to test her powers and snatch me from Nicole…she would call me at my next destination – the ONT would send me to another back water, the dead resort of Covasna (on the sexual side however, in the ten days or two weeks, there have been three ‘conquests’ and the coitus was nice, in that selfish, bastardly manner and I still think of that town as a possible destination for some vacation, to be taken soon Insha’Allah) and Nicky’s father was a big shot in Telecom and she could call without limit (back in the day, one would pay for these feasts or ‘interurban’ calls) and we started an interesting, tumultuous relationship…

 

Nicky was a virgin and let me say right here, upfront, that about one year into our ‘romance’ I would take off, and she would still be Virgo intacta, in spite of the ‘abnormal’ sex we would have, which would mean sixty nine a few times, but mostly it would be fellatio, starting from the first of 1988, after we had spent the New Year’s Eve mostly on a corridor, I had been assigned to take a bus of Brits to Poiana – and let me repeat, without the connections and deprived of the nepotistic connections that ruled the roost, I had to alternate between obnoxious offers and more attractive prospects, the latter would not be on the table without the former – and had been hoping that we would have a place at the table, enjoy the ‘revelion’ and then spend time tougher, only they had not remembered that there would be a poor donkey coming to do this menial job and he has to eat someplace and it was rather lamentable.

Unless of course we would remember that we were ‘in love ‘and that was Total, Absolute Bliss and we have to look at the definition that Charlie Partana aka Jack Nicholson gives in the memorable Prizzi’s Honor, where he says ‘in love is temporary, he has read it in a magazine’ –this is when he wears a canary yellow jacket, somewhere in California, where he meets with Kathleen Turner, who plays a killer, they are both professional hit persons, man and woman - http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/02/note-on-prizzis-honor-directed-by-john.html

 

There is also the monumental The Leopard by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa http://realini.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-leopard-by-giuseppe-tomasi-di.html which I am finishing one of these days – a clever note will be posted on the blog afterwards, so check out, subscribe, like, share – in which the marvelous author speaks about Angelica and her state of being ‘in love’, anticipating some cracks, a potential cooling or even breakdown in their future marriage, which I may have to read about in the next couple of days…

On the way back from Poiana, we stopped in Busteni, at the only major, important, probably reasonable place there, and we argued quite a bit, the frustration of being ‘together’ for some weeks or months now without intercourse leading to the same, old reproach that you do not care, love me enough and this is not going anywhere – her father was very strict and intransigent, or so he thought, his limits and rules would have a restrictive effect for some time, until the dam would break that is and then, he would clearly have had a heart attack to know that his pure daughter would suck a penis

 

It is hazy and I can only hope there was no slap (and to think I complained so much after the Will Smith Oscar incident) just some pushing there, but the result is that she started having sex with me, in the only form that would keep it going – without compromising the virginity, which would be there to be inspected, if the tyrannical parent would decide to check the state of the nation – and when she would trade me for Marius, she was ‘still intact’…come to think of it, she did have a habit of going from one fellow to his ‘alleged friend’ and even if it would be Realini who would say ‘look, I am marrying this English girl and escape from this Hades’ the choice of a friend aka foe looked degoulasse then…I heard from Marius that she lives in a villa on the French Riviera, in St. Tropez…