THIS STORY WAS TOLD TO ME BY A VERY NICE YOUNG WOMAN WHEN I WAS VISITING ITALY RECENTLY.
I MET HER IN A CEMETERY, WITH HER SON, AND SHE RELATED THIS TRUE LIFE ACCOUNT TO ME OF HER FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH A MAN WHOM SHE LOVED AND ULTIMATELY MARRIED.
IT’S QUITE A STORY , AND I THINK IT POINTS OUT THAT LOVE, PASSION AND ROMANCE CAN CROSS EVEN THAT MOST SEEMINGLY UNBRIDGEABLE OF CHASMS.
NAMELY SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS ACROSS WIDELY DESPERATE GENERATIONS.
NOW BEFORE I LEAVE YOU TO READ THIS EROTIC TALE OF FORBIDDEN LOVE, I NEED TO POINT SOMETHING OUT TO MY READERS.
THE EARLY DIALOGUE OF THE CHARACTERS IS GIVEN BOTH IN ITALIAN AND (PARENTHETICALLY) IN ENGLISH.
BUT I DO NOT DO THIS THROUGH OUT THE TALE.
THE FIRST TIME THE LEAD FEMALE CHARACTER SPEAKS TO THE LEAD MALE CHARACTER, IT’S IN ENGLISH.
EVEN THOUGH SHE’S ACTUALLY SPEAKING ITALIAN, AS ARE ALL THE OTHER CHARACTERS THROUGH OUT THE STORY.
THERE AFTER ALL DIALOGUE IS GIVEN IN ENGLISH ONLY.
I DO THIS FOR TWO REASONS:
1. MY TRANSLATING SKILLS ARE NOT THAT GREAT.
2. IT WOULD BE TEDIOUS TO READ THIS ENTIRE STORY IN TWO DIFFERENT LANGUAGES.
LAST, BUT BY ALL MEANS NOT LEAST I WISH TO POINT OUT THAT THIS IS THE LONG VERSION OF THIS STORY.
IF YOU WISH TO READ A SHORT VERSION WITH LESS DETAIL AND MUCH LESS DIALOGUE, THEN CHECK OUT THE SHORTER VERSION OF THIS TRUE LIFE STORY OF INTERGENERATIONAL LOVE, FOUND ON A LONG DISTANCE TRAIN RIDE.
I THINK YOU’LL FIND THE SEX IN THAT SHORTER VERSION TO SEEM MUCH MORE SPONTANEOUS, BECAUSE THE CHARACTERS DON’T TAKE THE TIME TO POUR THEIR HEARTS OUT TO ONE ANOTHER IN EXTENDED MONOLOGUES.
BUT IF YOU LIKE LEARNING ABOUT THE LIVES OF THE CHARACTERS YOU'RE READING ABOUT , THEN YOU JUST MAY PREFER THIS VERSION OF THE STORY.
THE EPILOGUE IS QUITE A BIT DIFFERENT IN THIS LONGER VERSION OF THE STORY TOO, BECAUSE , THE YOUNG LADY I MET IN THE CEMETERY SAID SHE SELDOM BROUGHT HER SON WITH HER TO HIS FATHER’S GRAVE SITE ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY SHE MET HIM.
THE SHORTER VERSION OF THE STORY, BYE THE WAY, CAN BE FOUND ON THIS SAME (MIDNIGHT PUBLICATIONS) BLOG SITE.
WHICH EVER VERSION YOU PREFER, ENJOY……
GIOVANNI’S NEW “GRAND DAUGHTER”.
(LONG VERSION) BY FRIT 77
PROLOGUE
YEAR, DATE & TIME
On a mild , sunny , pleasantly cool Mediterranean winter day…..On a Saturday morning several years ago, ( January 10, 1998) two unlikely people came together, in ways that would change their lives forever……
This is the true life story of their meeting, and the unusual romance that resulted from it….
If there’s any moral to this little tale, it is that no one is ever too old or too young for love……
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It was dawn. 7:13 a.m. to be exact.
The Italian sun was just beginning to loom over the horizon when the first morning train pulled into the station in Reggio Di Calabria.
This was the long distance commuter train bound for Sorrento, Naples, Rome, Pisa, Genoa and all points north to Milan and beyond.
As the doors slid open on the platform, and the whistle blew, the conductor called out “TUTTI ABORAD! “ (“ALL ABOARD!”).
Soon the shinny sliver train would begin its long, long ten and a half hour journey to the Swiss border, loaded with commuters, travelers, and tourists.
Among those filing into the passenger cars was a certain, old man with a hurting empty soul and desires he’d never dreamed he’d get to satisfy again at his age.
There was also a sweet preteen aged girl with needs and past experiences of intergenerational love.
Her little heart was broken now, due to the recent loss of a relative.
Remembrances & longings bubbled just beneath the surface of consciousness, in both of these two.
Their libidos were aching for release.
But twelve year old Angelina was largely unaware of this as she climbed aboard the train for the trek to her grandmother’s house.
Usually her mom accompanied her on this journey, but she couldn’t get away this time.
So, with her overnight bag slung loosely over her shoulder Angelina blew back farewell kisses while her mother waved a worrisome goodbye to her child.
Angelina’s mother pained at the thought that her only daughter was making her first trip alone and unsupervised at such a tender age. But she knew that her grandmother would be waiting for her when she arrived in Milan.
So, she reassured herself that everything would be alright, and nothing unusual would happen, as the child disappeared into the crowd of passengers.
Angelina, herself, was of course a bit apprehensive about making this cross country trip all by herself, too.
But, the nagging sense of fear from being alone with strangers for the very first time began to fade slowly from her mind after finally seeing a kindly looking elderly gentleman among the throng of passengers who had just entered the train with her.
Noticing that there was an empty place to sit, Angelina quickly headed for the seat next to this harmless looking old fellow who seemed quite nice.
The sight of his care worn wrinkled face, gentle brown eyes and snow white hair immediately made her think of her grandfather who had died just months ago.
In fact the resemblance this man bore to her dearly departed grandpa was rather uncanny, and Angelina couldn’t get over it.
She stood there in the railway car’s walkway, absolutely stunned at the appearance of this old man.
It looked to her, for a moment, as if her loving grandfather was sitting RIGHT THERE, waiting for her to come and greet him.
Was it her mind playing tricks on her? Or was she simply seeing this man through the prism of her bereaved longing?
Oh! How Angelina missed her grandfather.
And oh! How she missed the “FUN” they often shared…
That “FUN” was a deep, dark, secret she’d promised never to tell anyone about!
It was a promise, she’d kept.
But, now there was a deep burning need which she feared might never be satisfied again.
Smiling brightly, the old man starred directly & adoringly at her as she walked his way...
It made Angelina blush as she stopped in front of him and felt her heart melt under his admiring gaze.
She was about to sit down with him when there was a swift jolt, and the train suddenly lurched forward, sending her carry-on bag flying across the train car until an alert passenger jumped up, retrieved it, and handed it back to her .
“Grazie molto signore”, (thank you very much sir) she said very politely as the man replied “siete signora giovane abbastanza benvenuta” (you’re quite welcome young lady).
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“Qui, Tesoro!” ("Here, Darling!”) The white haired old man she’d been so fixated on piped up.
“ Mettere il vostro piccolo sacchetto con miei nello scompartimento sarà sicuro”(“Put your little bag with mine in the overhead compartment and it'll be safe," )he suggested pointing over his head to the place the young girl should put it.
“E potete prendere questo posto vuoto anche” (“And you can take this empty seat too”) He patted the adjoining train seat next to his own, beckoning her over.
The young girl had gorgeously long naked legs covered only slightly by a mini skirt and was wearing a bright red sweater, which she now unbuttoned and took off.
Revealing a sensuously tight yet mournful black blouse underneath, that matched her silky, shiny hair and complimented her milk white skin, tinged with alabaster.
Dressed this alluringly, her outfit and innocent beauty turned every male head in the railway car.
As Angelina lifted herself up on her tip toes the old man took note of this vision of delectable loveliness before him.
Unable to resist her beautiful naked legs and seductive short skirt, his fingertips rested briefly on her bare thigh as she put her carrying bag up above him.
The warmth of the old mans' fingertips on her skin was strangely familiar, to the young girl.
It suddenly had her recalling memories of her grandfather and the wonderful pleasures they shared together on the weekends when she visited with him.
Settling into her seat Angelina’s eyes closed as she relaxed.
An hour passed with the two sitting together in silence.
The motion of the train car, swaying back and forth and the soothing "clickity-clack" of the wheels on the rails were hypnotic.
Soon, Angelina was asleep and dreaming, remembering those pleasant things that her grandfather had done that made her feel all tingly and warm between her legs.
“L'OH! grande padre! Quello ritiene così….umm” (“ OH! grandpa! That feels so…umm," )
“Mmmm buon, OH! È soooo buon!” (“Mmmm good, oh! It’s soooo good!”)She whispered in her sleep as her hand suddenly crept under her skirt and found the essence of her preteen sex.
Her young body quivered with arousal as her panties became saturated with immature sexual secretions.
Without thought of where she was, her finger found the warm, sensitive slit under the thin material of her underwear and she commenced to stimulate her body until groans and moans escaped form her lips while the old man seated beside her watched with amazement.
Beads of sweat trickled lazily down the twelve year old child woman’s face and forehead while seventy three year-old Giovanni DiBennidetto stared with intense interest fighting to contain his excitement at what she was secretly doing..
His heart raced with visions of touching the gorgeous little preteen and fondling her sexual features while she remained asleep.
The nipples of her braless titties were perfectly outlined against the tight jet colored blouse, and her pleated black mini-skirt had seductively ridden up her thighs.
Giovanni longed to reach out for her luscious young body, even though he knew the consequences of getting caught could land him in prison.
Prison at his age would surely be a death sentence, but…..still…..how often had he fantasized about having sex with a young girl?
“Too often!” Giovanni’s better judgment told himself rebukingly.
He was a dirty old man and knew it!
“But, really….” he often wondered in his less guarded moments……."what harm did that do?”
Fantasy was all he had left, when it came to sex.
He hadn't had any pussy for nearly twenty years now.
Since losing his last wife, back in 1979 his life had been devoid of passion.
Nor could he get it up any more.
So, he was certain that any kind of actual sexual activity was out of the question for him.
Still….if nothing else, he could dream. Couldn’t he?
For, indeed, despite his age, and physical inabilities he still was as horny as he was when still a young buck in decades long past.
NOW! Fate had put him in this unbelievable situation of sitting beside an incredibly lovely young vixen who was pleasuring herself in her sleep.
Giovanni 's eyes focused on Angelina’s glistening, creamy smooth thighs as she continued to massage her little pussy.
Fast asleep now, the twelve year old was totally immersed in her memories and dreams. And oblivious to what she was doing ,or who was watching her.
Innocent and unconscious, the young girl was totally unaware of the spectacle she was causing, and the temptation that was slowly brewing like a storm in her seatmate's eyes.
The old man's lips smacked with a lustful desire as he watched the seventh-grader finger her tight little fuck-hole, finally bringing herself to orgasm while all he could do was watch with envy.
His penis may not have registered his longing, but perilous desire was overflowing with in him, flooding his helpless, sexually aroused brain and dictating his next move.
Without thinking about the consequences of his actions, the old man reached out and gently cupped one of the youngster’s small, prepubescent breasts in his right hand. Gently messaging it through her sheer clingy blouse, and then feeling up the other breast too.
Emboldened by the fact that she hadn’t awakened, Giovanni now reached down to feel the soft smooth flesh of her bare legs.
“OH DIO NEL CIELO!” ("OH GOD IN HEAVEN!”) He groaned under his breath as the sensuous warmth and rare, smoothness of Angelina’s young, firm thighs thrilled his fingertips with wanton lust and desire for her 'little girl' sex.
His attention suddenly fixed on a glimpse of her exposed panties while his fingertips continued to brush lightly along the length of one thigh.
After making sure that the passengers seated across the aisle were fast asleep, he slipped his hand gently between the young girl's open legs.
The heat from her young sex was magnetic, seductive and seemed to invite his exploration into the depths of her forbidden places.
Angelina didn't miss a stroke as she continued to masturbate her young pussy in her sleep while her fellow passenger Giovanni , helped himself to her elusive sexual treasures.
The sensation of touching the young, underage girl where no man was allowed to do so filled him with unspeakable erotic fire.
NO…..his penis may not have stiffened at the touch of her supple flesh; But the mental hard on he was experiencing was stronger than any physical longing he’d ever known before.
Like a young boy in heat, the old man probed the young girl's crotch until the wetness of her panties met his fingertips, and he could feel her hand through the thin material of her panties, busily at work pumping furiously in and out of her snatch.
Soon, the old man would be trading strokes in her tantalizing slit with her; alternating with the girl’s own ministrations as she thrust her finger deep into her vagina, with her hand down the front of her panties
Eagar to join in her masturbatory revelry, Giovanni’s finger found the edge of her underwear, forcing open the elastic leg band and finally reaching the exquisitely smooth skin around her alluring, preteen pubic mound.
Her tiny, soaking-wet pussy opened easily as he thrust a finger into her tender, virgin hole. The surprising smoothness and tightness of the youngster's vagina captivated his senses.
While Angelina remained fast asleep and in a dream state, her finger fought for space with that of the old man’s as they both finger-fucked her little body until a second orgasm developed into a raging, loud climax that managed to awaken other passengers.
The commotion sobered Giovanni, necessitating the quick removal of his hand from under Angelina's skirt while he pretended to be oblivious to the youngster's outburst.
From the corner of his eye he realized that the twelve -year-old girl was finally awake and seemed dazed by her self induced, orgasms.
Angelina’s eyes looked glassy as she finally awakened to the remnant waves of her latest climax, which filled her foggy brain with confusion.
She’d had an extremely vivid dream about her dearest grandfather being right there beside her.
In the dream he was secretly touching her as he use to do when still alive.
And Angelina was astounded at how vibrantly real the whole thing had seemed to her. She could of sworn her grand pa’s loving fingers had been inside her, only moments ago!
In actuality of course..…it had been Giovanni; Literally lending the girl a “helping hand” (or finger as it were) while pleasuring herself.
With a red face and damp panties, Angelina excused herself and headed for the women's bathroom in haste.
Sitting alone now, Giovanni put the fingers he’d just had inside the young girl up to his nostrils and inhaled deeply.
OH! What a delicate, musky, heady scent it was! He then put those fingers in his mouth, and was disappointed that her flavor was rather faint.
Still he was certain that that hot little honey’s nookie must taste even better than it smelled.
All Giovanni needed was an opportunity to find out!
As he sat there, still relishing the girl’s lingering essence on his fingers, he wondered if she’d return to him.
“Had he scared her off?” he worried.
Feeling down & defeated he was suddenly filled with elation when a silent prayer to what ever God or Goddess of love there might be was answered and he beheld that adorable little girl returning from the ladies room and headed his way.
A wide, joyous, shit eating grin filled Giovanni’s face when she sat back down and settled her body next to his..
Having carnal knowledge of a child woman such as this hot, enticing cutie was gratifying to his ego and nourishing to his sex starved libido.
Giovanni’s mind was racing again now.
He knew that having any further sexual contact with the likes of this amazing little love nymph who’d so unexpectedly popped into his life, would be sheer heaven on earth!
In fact, it would almost be worth the consequences - if he were caught, he mused to himself.
After all, at seventy three, how many more opportunities for flings like this was he going to have?
Deep in thought over this matter, while looking out the train window at the rolling Italian countryside he suddenly heard an alluringly child like, feminine voice.
“Good day sir ,my name’s Angelina Catapano, what’s your name?” The young girl spoke with a polished politeness, as she finally introduced herself with a wry smile.
In the back of her mind she wondered about the discovery of her behavior while sleeping next to the old man.
Had he realized what she’d been doing?
"Hello Angelina. “I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Giovanni DiBennidetto and I must say, you're the prettiest little girl I've ever met,"
"Thank you… uh… Mr. DiBennidetto," she blushingly replied.
“Please, call me Giovanni” he responded.
"You must think I’m terribly rude Giovanni…..here I’ve sat beside you for over an hour now, with out saying so much as a single word.
“Not at all my dear Angelina, a pretty young thing like you can’t afford to be too sociable with strange men. And, besides I’ve always believed that shyness was a feminine virtue.”
“Yes, but when a girl sees an older gentleman with such kind loving eyes as you have, she should not be afraid to speak to him”.
“Thank you” the old man smiled ,at the flattering compliment.
“ …..And you know something Giovanni? You remind me of my grandfather," the girl continued as she snuggled closer to him. “He was the kindest, sweetest man, you’d ever hope to meet.”
“Was?” Giovanni asked “Why past tense? Has he passed away? ”
“Yes” Angelina replied wistfully. “And, I miss him more than I could ever say….more than ANY words could ever say” she said blinking back tears.
“He was my whole world….my whole life” she choked out, on the verge of crying.
“And when he died, it was like part of me died with him.” She continued as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
“Oh my poor little darling…..I’m so sorry to hear that….but don’t cry…..please don’t cry….” Giovanni quickly reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a clean white handkerchief.
“Here, dry your eyes little one” he said offering it to her.
“Thank you” Angelina said, graciously accepting the handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes with it.
“So……how long has it been since you lost him?”
“Oh! A little over two months now, but I haven’t really gotten over it yet….that’s why I’m still wearing black…”
“…. I feel so empty inside now, I don’t know what I’m going to do with out him?”
With that, Angelina burst into tears.
“There, there little darling” Giovanni said patting & rubbing her upper arm. “You’ll learn how to cope with the loss in time, and your grandpa will always be with you in spirit.”
Angelina leaned forward and Giovanni embraced her tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder.
“Please, please, don’t cry my darling little angel…shhhhh, shhhh”
Trying to comfort her ,Giovanni hugged the weeping child-woman tight, rocking her gently in his arms and rubbing her back and soothingly stroking her hair as she returned his embrace and buried her face in the nape of his neck.
Giovanni sniffed the delightful, intoxicating fragrance of Angelina’s long raven black hair, so close to him now as she nestled her warm body into his..
Reveling in the smooth supple flesh of the hot youthful body clinging to him for solace & consolation made him feel somehow young again.
“Don’t cry angel, it’s going to be alright” he whispered tenderly into the young girl’s ear, feeling the wetness of her sorrow on his neck.
Just then Angelina pulled away and broke their embrace.
“My grandfather always called me ‘angel” “Angelina said, still sniffling, while wiping away her tears. “In fact, he was the one who insisted on naming me Angelina”
“Well, that makes perfect sense to me” Giovanni said taking the handkerchief from the young girl’s hand…..
“You have the face and voice of an angle, so why shouldn’t he of wanted you to have a name which means “heavenly being””….. He added tenderly, while thoroughly wiping away the tears on her face.
It was a gesture which bespoke both loving kindness and the parental concern of an adult for a child.
“Your grand Father must have been a very perceptive man, to of seen such qualities in his infant grand daughter” He continued…. “Very perceptive indeed….”
“OH! He was! He was!” Angelina cried, “And he loved me so very, very much!”
Giovanni took the young girl back into his arms once more, and hugged her close until at last she stopped her mournful whimpering.
When Angelina finally regained her composure, she undid the top button of her blouse and fished out a thin silver chain with a small heart shaped golden locket attached to it.
“You know Giovanni, I wasn’t just being polite, or making up stories when I told you that, you looked like my grandpa…..Here, see for yourself…”
Angelina opened up the small gold locket and showed it to him.
At seventy three, Giovanni’s eyes weren’t the best, so after squinting unsuccessfully at the tiny photo for a moment, he reached into his pocket and put on his reading glasses.
Now able to focus on the little picture, Giovanni really couldn’t get over how much he really DID resemble this man.
“MAMA MIA!” He exclaimed! “ It’s like I’m looking at a picture of myself!” He said in astonished disbelief!
“Maybe NOW, you’ll believe me” Angelina said “When I tell you that it was almost like Déjà vu when I first laid eyes upon you.
“It was like I was back in a past moment, when my grandpa would come all the way from Milan to visit me, and I would board the train in Reggio Di Calabria to greet him.
“Oh? Are you from Calabria?” Giovanni asked.
Yes, I was born there, and the city of Reggio is, and always has been, my home town” Angelina replied,
“And my grandpa was from Milan.”
“So….you two, had a long distance relationship?”
“Yes, that was the only draw back to our visits. We lived so far apart we could only see each other on the weekends, and THEN only for a short time. I’d get up at 5:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and board this train shortly after 7:00 a.m., just like I did today, and I wouldn’t get to my grandpa’s house till dinner time. Then we’d only have Sunday morning, afternoon, and part of the evening together before I had to take the 8:04 p.m. train back home to Reggio. That trip takes all night, and I have to sleep on the train. Then, by the time I get home, it’s about 6:30 a.m. ,Monday morning, and I have to rush to get dressed in my school uniform and hurry to my classes…..That’s why I’m always falling asleep. I really don’t get much rest between Friday nights and Monday mornings.”
“MY GOD!” The old man gasped. “You would go through all that, every week, just to be with your grand father???”
“Yes!” Angelina said almost devoutly, “And sometimes he would come and visit me, and have many of the same problems I did going to see him. . . But no matter who went to visit who. No matter the distances we had to travel or the difficulties we had to endure…..We NEVER let that get in the way of our deepest love for each other…Hardly a weekend passed that we didn’t travel to be with one another……
That’s the way it is when you truly love someone, can you understand that Giovanni?”
“Of course I can understand that” he replied. But even as he said it Giovanni had to wonder what could possibly make a young girl grow so attached to her grand father, and what in heaven’s name would make her speak of him almost as if he were a lover???
“So, where are YOU from Giovanni?” the young girl asked.
“Oh, I’m from Bari, and I was visiting with some friends in your fair city just today.
Now I’m on my way to Rome to visit my oldest son, he’s a doctor up there you know”
“You must be very proud of him” Angelina commented.
Giovanni didn’t reply.
It had now been nearly three hours since the two of them had first boarded the train, yet by this time the long cross country trip was hardly over.
In fact the train had yet to reach Naples, the first of the major cities it would be stopping at soon.
By this time Giovanni and Angelina were getting hungry. But, with it being too early for lunch they both ordered something from the snack cart when it came through.
Italians don't really eat breakfast. Their day begins with a beverage and a pastry, or other light fare.
So, when the snack cart came through Giovanni ordered a steaming hot cappuccino and three sweet cornetto with apricot fillings.
One of which he offered to the young girl, as a token of friendship, which she graciously accepted.
He also paid for Angelina’s morning meal which consisted of milk, orange juice and several Fette Biscottate with butter.
Several more hours later Angelina stood up and took down her over night bag, and also brought down Giovanni’s bag for him.
The intergenerational pair shared a most enjoyable lunch together of cold ciabatta sandwiches stuffed with meatballs , lettuce ,tomatoes ,garlic and onions, along with thick slivers of mozzarella cheese., green olives and hard boiled eggs.
They washed it all down with lemon soda from Angelina’s thermos bottle, and a very special sparkling espresso soft drink which the old man was pleased to introduce the young girl to.
When the snack cart came through once again Giovanni bought a big Cannoli for dessert. He broke the pastry in half and held it out so Angelina could take a bite of her half.
“Mmmmmm delicious!” she said leaning over to give her new grandfatherly friend a kiss on the cheek.
Clearly the two of them were bonding with each other. In fact, Angelina seemed to be making a heart connection with the old man.
With their lunch finished and the train having, hours ago, called on Naples, and since moved on, they now found their once empty railway car suddenly filled with passengers.
And so, this disparately aged duo engaged in a conversation.
Not a light chit chat about inanities mind you, but rather an in depth verbal exchange of personal history and experiences revealing hidden secrets and scandalous truths about each of them.
It started when Angelina asked a question:
“Giovanni?”
“Yes my dear?”
“How many times have you been in love?”
“WHAT???”
“How many times have you been in love?”
“What a question.” The old man sighed.
“….Well….How many???” the young girl persisted.
“Look, I know about love, and I’ve been in love.” Giovanni said uncomfortably. Trying to put an end to this line of discussion….but Angelina would have none of THAT!
“That’s not what I asked you” the young girl replied, “I wanna know HOW MANY TIMES you’ve been in love?”
The old man looked askance and appeared quite pained by the question.
Finally, after a long silence, he cursed his honesty and said:
“Only once….”
“……And that was a long, long time ago…..” He added bitterly.
“That’s so sad” Angelina said.
“I’ve only been in love once, too, and I know how much it hurts to of had something that wonderful in your life, and then suddenly lose it. It’s the most horrible loss a human being can suffer…I’m so afraid, I’ll never know a love like that again.”
“Ah…then, it seems we have much in common, despite the differences in our ages. And you also appear to be wise beyond your years as well” Giovanni said to the girl.
“Just how old are you, anyway?”
“I’m twelve, going on thirteen” Angelina said.
“You’re THAT young???” Giovanni said in utter surprise and disbelief.
“I thought you were at least fifteen.”
“Oh, it’s true”, Angelina said to him “I’m only twelve, going on thirteen, and I’m still in grade school.”
“Well, thank you very much my darling for keeping me company like this. You’re making an old man very, very happy.”
“Oh it’s my pleasure” Angelina smiled warmly.
“Say Giovanni, how old are you?”
“I’m seventy three.”
“You’re seventy three and you’ve only been in love once?” Angelina asked in amazement. “Was she you’re wife?”
“Yes she was little one, and I absolutely adored her……no one in this world has ever meant as much to me as she did…..I guess one true love out of four marriages isn’t a bad ratio.”
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