"OH MAMMA MIA! OH GOD! He cried out as his balls exploded with endless ejaculations, filling Angelina's tiny pussy with so much sperm that a river of thick, gooey semen gushed like a fire hose all over her butt and legs. Sticky globs clung like glue to her skin while a large puddle lay on Giovanni’s lap mingled with the remnants of the girl’s broken cherry.

 

The moans and groans that filled the train car finally reached a few unintended ears in the next car. And the sight of the conductor approaching could only mean one thing!

 

With dazzling speed and agility, for a man of seventy three Giovanni removed his cum covered cock from Angelina's ravaged little pussy, pulled up his pants and sat Angelina next to him near the window.

 

 His body would shield the 'cum' stains on the seat while his heavy coat would cover the evidence on his stained pants.

 

 Angelina kicked her underwear further under the seat and snuggled to Giovanni’s side while an explanation formulated in his brain.

 

"There have been complaints from the other passengers that you might be doing something with this child that you shouldn't," the conductor announced as he stood, towering over Giovanni and wearing a thin grin that failed to provide a clue about how much trouble they were in.

 

"I'm sorry sir but this little girl is my grand daughter and she has a…mental problem called Tourette's syndrome that causes her to make unexpected outbursts.

 

 That's why I moved her to the back of the train.

 

Here in the last car she wouldn't bother the other passengers," Giovanni replied as if he felt apologetic.

 

The words hung in the air together with the smell of peppermint.

 

“What’s that?” The conductor asked sniffing the air like a bird dog.

 

“Oh! That’s the  prescription liniment oil I use to calm my grand daughter down with.

 It can really work miracles” the old man said winking at Angelina. “I use it to help my daughter relax after having one of her nightmares he said, trying to sound dead serious.

 

“Anyway,   my grand daughter’s a very sick little girl, and I have to do whatever I can to help her, but I swear to you, there’s nothing illegal or immoral going on here sir.”

 

Giovanni was using his most respectful and sincere voice as he said all this and he hoped the ruse would  work.

 

There was a long, tense silence, as the conductor seemed to process all this new information in his mind.

 

Then he looked Giovanni straight in the eye: “I'm sorry I had to bother you, sir, but the other passengers were concerned. I hope your granddaughter gets better soon."

 

With that, the conductor tipped his hat and turned around to walk away.

 

But just as he was about to leave the conductor turned back to Giovanni “Sir, may I see your ticket please?”

The old man obediently produced his ticket and gave it to the conductor.

 

“Sir, you only bought a ticket for Rome, if you were going this far you should of purchased a ticket for Milan.”

 

“Ahh….my mistake” Giovanni said reaching into his pocket to pay the additional fare.

 

“Thank you very much.” The conductor said collecting the money and walking away.

 

Giggles erupted from Angelina as if she found the events funny in some way while Giovanni felt his heartbeat finally slow to a normal, healthy speed.

 

"Giovanni…I mean Grand pa?” Angelina spoke up during a moment of quiet.

 

"Yes darling?" He replied.

 

"Can you meet me on my trip back home after I visit my grandmother…please? She begged as her soft, dainty hand smoothed briefly over Giovanni’s cum-saturated fly.

 

"You can count on it, my love," He answered with a kiss, as his hand returned under his

Twelve-year old lover’s mini skirt for one more feel.

 

With the evidence of there illicit love skillfully hidden and successfully explained away, this most  unlikely of romantic couples sat together in silence, grinning at each other  like two   little   wayward  children who’d gotten away with doing something naughty.

 

From the train’s passenger window Angelina could see a magnificent western sky that looked as if it were on fire, as the bright orange ball of a spectacular blazing sunset sank below the horizon turning  the clouds first  scarlet & crimson, then gold & pink.

 

Usually the sight of the sun going down when she was aboard this train depressed  Angelina, because it reminded her that  she’d wasted an entire day traveling from dawn till dusk just sitting around doing nothing.

 

But THIS train ride , of course , was  very, very, very, different.  In fact  it had the been the most eventful experience of her young life.

 

“…..And so the sun sets on the day you became a woman.”  Giovanni said putting his arm around the young girl.

 

“It’s a special day for both of us grand pa” she replied.

 

“…..Sure is…” .he agreed.     

“So?   Do you want to go to the ladies room to wash up?” Giovanni asked.

 

“Nah!” Angelina replied laughing…..“That sticky feeling on my legs and bottom helps me realize that this REALLY happened, and that I’m NOT just dreaming!” She giggled.

 

“I can’t get over the things that happened today either!  So, I guess I’ll forego washing up for now too!” The old man answered shaking his head in astonishment.  

 

“It just goes to prove what I’ve always believed my darling”  Giovanni added.

 

“What’s that?” Angelina asked?

 

“That you never REALLY know what’s going to happen from one day to the next. Every morning you wake up, it might  appear like the start of just another day , with you going through the motions of the  same old boring routines…….But, all that can change in an instant when you least expect it.”

 

“Amen to that.”  Angelina said.

 

“That’s why we must be EVER MINDFUL, of the possibility  of  radical change in our lives. Tomorrow something terrible , or something wonderful might happen to you or me  when we  least expect it….and the changes wroth will have life changing repercussions!

I tell you Angelina, every day holds the possibility of a great adventure!”

 

“What a philosopher you are!” Angelina smiled and snuggled close to her new, senior lover.

 

Feeling sentimental Angelina recalled the words and tune of a lullaby she’d learned in school, many, many years ago. And she started to sing it softly:

 

“Lavender's blue, dilly dilly
  Lavender's green,
 When you are king,  dilly dilly
  I shall be queen.

 Lavender's green, dilly dilly
 Lavender's blue,
 You must love me, dilly dilly
'Cause I love you……”

 

“That’s beautiful!”  Giovanni said, impressed by the sound of his darling angel’s golden voice .  “Where’s it from?” he asked.

 

“It’s an old English nursery song….. I  learned it in pre-school  from a teacher who came all the way from London , to baby sit children in Calabria , just because she loved Italy so much.” Angelina replied.

 

“Well, you certainly have a lovely voice” The old man said ,  flattered to have been serenaded by a such a young, charmingly innocent , yet   ravishingly gorgeous creature as this vision of child like  feminine perfection seated next to him.

 

With that Giovanni put his arm around his young vixen and the two just sat there contentedly, basking in the afterglow of their love making.

 

Daylight was just slipping into early twilight when the long distance commuter train finally pulled into Milan .only slightly late at 5:49 p.m.

 

As most of the remaining passengers disembarked, and the doors of the shiny silver railway cars closed, Angelina and Giovanni watched from the platform as the train pulled out and headed down the track to its final destination on the Swiss border.

 

The two stood there together beneath a flag pole with the green, white and red Italian tri-color waving in the crisp winter breeze over head in the darkening sky.

 

Feeling a slight chill, Angelina put on her red sweater. “It’s more chilly in Milan than I thought it would be today” she said.

 

“Ahh, the weather here is much colder than in Calabria. Perhaps you shouldn’t dress quite so scantily when you come up here.”  The old man admonished her, sounding more like a parent than a lover.

 When the young girl shot him a catty “don’t tell me what to do look” Giovanni softened his words with a smile.

 

“But, you know something my angel?  The warmth of what we shared makes it well worth the frosty air. Don’t you agree my darling?”

 

Angelina blushed and nodded, but noticed people were staring at her and her senior gentleman friend.

 

Feeling self conscious and fearing that prying ears might over hear them, they stood there on the platform in silence, right in front of the entrance to the Milan railroad station, as people milled all about them. Some going into the station and some stepping down the stairs and off the platform to the parking lot below. 

 

 

When the crowd finally cleared off the platform, in front of the rail road station  and the intergenerational couple were finally left standing alone with each other……they   spoke to one another for the last time that day…..

 

“I’m sorry I made you miss your stop in Rome and I’m sorry I messed up your clothes too.”

 

“Oh! Think nothing of it little girl.” Giovanni  replied , now wearing the big heavy over coat which had covered their sexual doings.

 

 “You helped me recapture a part of myself that I thought was dead and gone forever, and I can’t thank you enough for that”  he added.

 

“But, now I’ve made you late for visiting your son, the doctor” Angelina said.

 

“Don’t worry about that little one, I’ll spend the night in a motel room here in Milan and head down to Rome with you on your return trip home, tomorrow evening.

Besides, as I think I made clear to you before, my son doesn’t really care about me anyway.   I just go to visit him out of a sense of family obligation.    But, there’s no real love between us….” Giovanni said forlornly.

 

 

 “Well, I love you” Angelina said touchingly clapping the old man on the arm.

 

“I’m glad someone does” Giovanni said as the two embraced.

 

As they broke their embrace and began to walk away from each other, Angelina turned back around and called out: “HEY!  GRAND PA!”  then she ran back to him.

 

“Now that my real grandpa is dead, there’s really no need for me to keep coming here to Milan…..So…..maybe I can start coming to Bari instead!”

 

“I’d like that, little one” Giovanni said feeling a lump form in his throat.

 

The two then exchanged phone numbers and addresses, and Giovanni took Angelina’s hand in his, bowed down and kissed it in a gallant, courtly gesture.

 

 “Till we meet again” he said as he walked away.

 

 Just then Angelina’s grand mother pulled up in her car and honked her horn.

 

The young girl ran to the car, her over night bag swinging on her shoulder.

 

“How was your first cross country trip alone dear?” grandma asked as the young girl got into the front seat.

 

“Oh! It went fine grandma”, Angelina replied.

 

“Did you meet anyone special or do anything out of the ordinary on your trip?”

 

“No, not really” the pantyless, newly deflowered non-virgin said.

 

“Good, because your mother and I were worried sick that some pervert might try to do terrible things to you” her grandmother replied.

 

“No one did anything “terrible” to me grandma.” The young girl said, still feeling the sticky wetness of semi-dried sperm on her lower body parts.

 

On the rest of the ride to grandma’s house, Angelina silently contemplated the radically differing interpretations she had of words like: “Pervert” & “Terrible” ” compared to those of her mother and grandmother.

 

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         EPILOGUE

                      SIX RED ROSES

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If on the morning of January 10th you go to a little cemetery on the outskirts of Bari, you are likely to see a young woman place six roses on a grave there.

Those six roses commemorate the years (1998 to 2004) that a very unlikely couple spent seeing and loving one another.