*Beppe is a friggin pain in the a**!!
stressed By early morning, he managed to "talk" Beppe into getting lost for the morning. Espresso and breakfast is in order for his Dolce Cosa and he goes out way early to pick up some fresh bagels, a shmear and some lox for his Dolce Cosa. New York style an all that. He knows what she likes.
cool She must have been real tired because she slept in long enough for him to shower, shave, get dressed, make espresso and get breakfast ready. When she emerges from her bedroom in her luxurious robe she's dressed to the nines even when just awake. Hair tousled, she had applied lipstick and her makeup is STILL set from last night…she's a vision.
heart As she sits at the kitchen island, he grins at her and sets an espresso in front of her. She takes a sip and he goes into he living room and stops at the sound system she has decked out in the place. He picks one
very special song in particular for the love of his life hoping she will get the message. The music starts and he takes the espresso out of her hand, sets it onto the island and takes her in the living room. She asks him what he's doing and he turns to her, presses his finger to her lips, looks into those blue eyes he could get lost in and takes her in his arms.
He holds her tightly and sways to the music with her as he stares intense at her. He sees her swallow hard and he doesn't waver. She glances off to the side as she listens to the song and he reaches up to her face turning it so he can again see her eyes while softly caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger.
Nothing is said between them…nothing at all…and toward the end of the song, he takes the chance as her eyes well up with tears to lean down and place his lips upon hers tenderly. He's pleased when she doesn't pull away…a first…and he kisses her more intensely as he runs his hand down to feel the curve to the small of her back.
He starts to feel her relax and he grasps onto her…God she feels good. He has to think to himself "pace yourself…take your time with this one." But she suddenly shoves him back. She stares at him bewildered and furrows her brow. But he can see it in her eyes…she WANTS him. He knows it. He takes a step closer to her and she steps back.*
Don't…I can't. I'm married. Please Alfonso. *He grits his teeth and it just falls out of his mouth.*
******** dat cop!! evil You's mine donne. Dat friggin dolt don deserves you's … don deserves you's affections or you's heart. talk2hand He ain't even arounds no mores. He ain't nuthin buts a cazzo masturbarsi!!! Un coward…non un uomo!!! He ain't givin yous da times a day in hows longs now?!!! talk2hand *She stares at him for a while and her lip trembles.
sad Oh ******** doesn't want to make her cry.
stressed He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to her. He'll be there to pick up the pieces.
He puts his arm around her and takes her into the kitchen, sits her down on the stool to the island. He fixes her up a bagel as she dries her eyes. Setting a plate in front of her he stares seriously at her.*
I's ain't goin nowheres…you's understands me, Dolce Cosa? Nowheres eva. cool 
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