Sunday, January 17

Blood & Bruschetta

Sergio, you stupid, passionate, reckless spy. I don't know how you survive this life. There probably could have been better plans than to walk straight into my hospital room.

Oh, but it does feel good to get these restraints off... And your bruschetta is to die for. Hopefully that last statement won't end up being true, but my arms are a little shaky and I can't trust my aim, what with the brain-surgery, loss of blood and all.

God, it felt so good for those 2 minutes between you getting the restraints off of me and this moment. Your eyes asked... And yes, I do remember that night... with the straps. The image of you as you strode into the back garden of that castle in France, still in shape from the days in the circus... you swung the gate closed, did an arabesque, then backed against the privacy fence, (and boy, did we need privacy), threw your head back and stated: 'To the boudoir!'

Sergio, I'm sorry. You will understand soon, I have to ---

BLAM!!!!!

Damn it Sergio, no silencer... how dramatic.
Fuck
Well, I got him. Shit, sorry Sergio... I shot through the Bruschetta... it looks worse than it is... That is mostly bruschetta... well, ok, bruschetta and blood.

I'll contact you soon, my love...
Oh Sergio, don't look at me like that.
Sergio I do love you....

"Yes!!" I scream out loud

"YES!" I do love you, Sergio, I DO.

Of course all that came out of my mouth is the 'Yes' part, not the 'I love you part'. (Damn brain-swelling.) So my exclamation came off more like the kind of 'Yes' that is shouted somewhere between making a touchdown and getting a high-five or a pat on the ass.

Unfortunately the high-five came from Syd, and this ass was not going to get patted anytime soon. Oh Shit Sergio... I'll contact you, I'll explain. The look in Sergio's eyes as his leg collapsed (confusion, betrayal, lost love), gave me more pain than it caused him.... Well... maybe not quite that much pain.

The restraints are getting put back on. Oh, dreamland please come back. Morphine, yes, give me more morphine.... France...... castles...... Sergio.... leather straps.....

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