Filomeno was called. Reluctantly. A little exotic name so could not serve in the world we thought moving. He tried in vain to find a catchy name: Mastor, colt, Dash, but ultimately it was to put his friends partied a distant day carnival. That year the man had disguised brand asparagus trolley. She had on a denim overalls, a plaid shirt and a straw hat. Amen to that found in a truck yard the house of his parents. Physically, he looked like the actor in the ad and also during the night was dedicated to telling the world that every time he stopped to open the jar of white asparagus and eating one, the truck was holding his masculine attributes.
That's how the gang became known as the Carretillero. The nickname was spreading, even to the ears of the relatives who never knew for certain the origin of this curious nickname.
Filomeno, the operator, was putting foam hair fixative in the mirror. I had an appointment at eight with a middle-aged woman. While adjusting the black collar, recalled the first days of its decision. He recalled that, initially, did not know what to do. "One becomes a gigolo and is now, or do low into the corner and wait for a car stops? Or let curriculums in the local Boys and strip-tease?" I had a friend who wanted to get a porn actor, but all I got from him was that he should drink plenty of pineapple juice to get good tomatoes ejaculations and much to hold erections. He decided to put a discreet ad in the local newspaper. He bought a mobile phone only for business and waited. Two days passed before he received the first call. It was to do a striptease at a farewell Maiden. Had to reject it. "I'm just dedicated to sex, baby." Finally, he called a woman proposing a meeting. His voice was thin and cut the felt. He was surprised how a few words though those got calm and be encouraged to try. "It gives me a little embarrassed. This is the first time." "There must always be a first time. I assure you are not the only one who feels this is the first time." There was a brief silence. "Oh, no?" "It is becoming a first time. Every time a fresh start. You need not fear or shame."
They were in a square. He picked it up and took her to the inn to which they had agreed to attend. Both were satisfied. She repeated since that time sporadic situations, "whenever you need to push my wheelbarrow." He was surprised to see that he was able to put their feelings aside and delivered only in body, soul aside.
only worked for women and, possibly, older than forty. Twenties soon discovered that, apart from being scarce, demanded too much and treated him like an outcast. The thirties were too neurotic for his taste, were stressful because they were inexperienced in deceit marriage or because it came as a reply to the ornament in the shape of horns with their husbands, previously they had been given away. Not that they are refused, a business is a business, but if I had to choose from, he preferred to meet the needs of mature women.
was funny how most after the transaction, stared at the ceiling and said "I have a son your age.'s Ending medication." "I also studied," he would answer, "With this costing me the floor, the car and the race." "And your girlfriend think of all this?" "I have. I do not need." Filomeno
left the bathroom and called the elevator. When the door opened, its exact replica looked from the other side of the mirror. It was a moment. There, front of a mirror, evoked all women he had been. Leaving the site was aware that he had come to grow fond of his regular customers. Just down the street to go to the door of the cinema where he hoped one of the most recent realized it was not true. That was not true that not put the soul in what he did. He stopped in front of a window and was observed in the crystal. There it was. With twenty-nine. With five years behind in wet sheets and adultery. He had a good clientele. His schedule was full of appointments for the coming weeks. A heavy agenda and inflated for use. He looked more closely at the window and realized he was. Could not avoid putting part of his soul in everything he did and, although said to himself otherwise, involved with their clients. We came to mind memories as birthday gifts to their favorite girls of candles throughout the room because I knew he liked them. Also recalled that he closed his eyes, that just did in the beginning when I did not want to feel, when I wanted to insulate their senses, to separate the physical act of spiritual.
blinked at the window. Found that her hair was still perfect and checked his watch. Late for your appointment.
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