“Hello Miu.”
“Hello Will. I wasn’t expecting you already love.” She said in her serene and beautiful voice coming from the soul. The voice of an angel.
“I see you grabbed my seat.”
“Yes Will…do you mind?” – she looked at him taking her eyes out of the window. – “Tonight I want to see the stars. Do you mind sitting with me?”
“Dear, I’d kill to just sit with you.”
“I know Will, that’s why I am here.”
As he sat right next to hear he held her hands and caressed her fingers. By her side, she leaned towards his shoulder and rested her head on it exhaling deeply.
“I missed you William. So much.”
“Me too Miu. Me too.”
Contrarily to what he said some hours ago, he had not been sleeping very well lately, so he just closed his eyes waiting for the sleep to arrive. Finally he was reposeful enough to take a deep breath and sleep. And the only person on earth that made him like that was her.
Miyuki who meant snow, was in her mid twenties and the name Asukai was a noble name in Japan, she was familiar of Asukai Gayu, a nobleman and poet of Kamakura from the XIII century. While Ramos was the name of her Spanish part family who lived in Japan for more than four generations.
Despite being a Japanese, and having some traces like those beautiful lips and brown eyes she was not a Japanese looking person at all. Her family had always married and had children with Caucasian, European people, so despite the name, the passport and some beautiful resemblances she was not japanase, which to the eyes of William made her even more delicate and unique.
They met in Spain many years ago when they were adolescents. Sevilla. They were on holidays with their respective friends. By that time they were just young. Will was a promising boy in economy and engineering areas, she on the other hand was connected to all kind of arts. Nevertheless they had a mutual respect for each other, and they loved music. Not the same kind of music obviously, but they were sufficiently open minded to respect the likes and dislikes of each other.
By the end of the holidays they only had spoken a few times, but something was in the air undoubtedly.
After two years they met finally in Tokyo, where she was living and where he was specializing in a master degree of economics.
The relationship between both was not always the better, and in the first times they fought about everything, criticizing each other and always becoming irritated and bored.
By the time they didn’t know that all that hate was in fact love, and one day from the nothing they ended kissing and starting something beautiful.
Despite William being older than her almost three years, that was not a problem for them, they broke all barriers that stood in front of them with great bravery. Only that way they could be together on that complicated moment.
They fell asleep right after the plane reached is cruising speed and altitude.
Eleven hours of flight. For some eleven wasted hours, but for William they were eleven hours with her company.
The lights of the plane were lit and the commandant announced to the passengers to fasten their seatbelts because the plane was landing at any minute.
As Miyuki opened the plane window they saw a beautiful sun and a blue sea bellow them. The stars were gone, giving place to a beautiful day.
The plane landed safely. Everything was beautiful to Will with Miyuki by his side. With her he wasn’t anymore that stubborn and cold person he was.
They left the plane with their winter clothes and were toasted with happiness and the air conditioning at its full capacity, blowing a mixture of fresh and hot air.
William had not been there for a long time and almost forgot about the confusion and all those happy people running in the corridors.
They made the passport check, and everything went fine. They wanted to search Miyuki by unorthodox reasons, usual in that country, but William knew them. With a small talk with one of the guards and a bunch of dollars he solved the problem letting her walk unmolested. As they arrived to the door of the airport they heard someone shout at them happily: “Bem Vindos. Bem vindos ao Rio de Janeiro!”
domingo, 13 de dezembro de 2009
William Wilde - V – Death and meeting her
With a cynical smile in his dark face William said:
“Tonight God will not be helping you. I am your only God now.”
Crying Diane get on her knees and begged:
“Please will stop. Please, my love this is insane! Didn’t what we passed mean anything to you?”
Without stop smiling he ordered with a powerful and respectful voice:
“Sit down Diane, don’t make me hate you. You should not beg for my mercy. Any way it doesn’t matter anymore. Dimitry has your destiny on the tip of his finger and he is just waiting for me to make you accomplish your destiny.”
As she sat again on the back of the car they could hear the tears hitting the upholstery made of black expensive fur.
“Come on Will, let me end this now.” – said Dimitry impatiently.
Will leaned towards her and kissed her in the cheek then in the mouth, wiping the tears from her face. Then he sat back crossed his legs and took a black Russian Sobranie cigarette from his cloak. He lit it up. Diane was not crying anymore. She accepted her fate.
Expelling the smoke from his longs Will nodded his head.
“Pfft” a silenced shot in the middle of her forehead. Not even a drop of blood.
Diane Watson. The daughter of the United States president was dead by a Russian made Makarov, by a Russian ex mine worker from Norsilk, Murmansk: Dimitry Popov.
But that perfect shot was not made by a rude miner, no. Dimitry was a reformed KGB soldier in his early 40’s who thought many battles for Russia and was one of the top priority soldiers in the time of the Berlin Wall and the Cold War, nevertheless he was expelled due to his straight head. He resisted to be corrupted by the old Russian system and to corrupt, so without mercy he was expelled and sent to a post gulag in the further end of Russia, Kamchatka where he disappeared for more than 20 years until he find William to whom he owed his life.
You could see happiness in his eyes. The thrill of the hunt. The bloodshed. The death by his own hands.
William looked at him by the corner of the eye and smiling inside he knew he had found a teammate in the situation they were going into.
“Bye Diane, my beloved dear.”
As he got up he said without even looking back at Dimitry:
“You know what to do.”
And he just left the door and entered the rotational door of Heathrow Airport. Behind him the tyres of the limo screeched. Inside was a dead person and Dimitry who have just looked to where William was sit and found a bottle of “Zolotaya simphonia”, in English Gold Symphony, a type of vodka with aged golden leaf, 23 carats, one of the vodkas that Dimitry has killed for. He said: “Xороший Wiliam, xороший” which meant “Good William, good.”. William knew what he wanted and gave him. Death, revenge, freedom and now Vodka. If he didn’t already owe his life to William, by now he would. He opened the bottle and swallowed a good amount of the full alcohol ic beverage, without even feeling the slightest tickle in the throat. But it was good. Very good.
As he entered the airport he saw the gate of his next flight. Thirty three. He had time, so he went to Prêt a manger and asked for a small cappuccino. And waited, alone in a bench, watching those funny people running everywhere, but without knowing where they were headed. He watched the world he was about to destroy. Time to get up.
He made the check in twenty minutes before the departure of the plane, without luggage it was quick. Then he headed for the gate of the plane and there it was the plane, already embarking, with no one waiting outside. By that time of year many people fly away from England, but not to the place where he was headed. English people would rather prefer the security and warmth of European Countries to spend their Christmas Holidays like Portugal, Spain or Italy.
As he entered the plane and greeted the pilots at the door of the plane he followed to his seat: 15A. A sit right next to the wing and to the window. He loved to see the earth disappearing below his feet.
As he walked down he was already removing his coat then he saw her. The most beautiful women he had ever seen. The one that stole his heart and make every other woman he had insignificant. She had the most perfect body, and as he saw her long fingers he remembered those cold fingers touching his skin he trembled. She was everything to him, and the only person he would give his life too: Miyuki Ramos Asukai.
“Tonight God will not be helping you. I am your only God now.”
Crying Diane get on her knees and begged:
“Please will stop. Please, my love this is insane! Didn’t what we passed mean anything to you?”
Without stop smiling he ordered with a powerful and respectful voice:
“Sit down Diane, don’t make me hate you. You should not beg for my mercy. Any way it doesn’t matter anymore. Dimitry has your destiny on the tip of his finger and he is just waiting for me to make you accomplish your destiny.”
As she sat again on the back of the car they could hear the tears hitting the upholstery made of black expensive fur.
“Come on Will, let me end this now.” – said Dimitry impatiently.
Will leaned towards her and kissed her in the cheek then in the mouth, wiping the tears from her face. Then he sat back crossed his legs and took a black Russian Sobranie cigarette from his cloak. He lit it up. Diane was not crying anymore. She accepted her fate.
Expelling the smoke from his longs Will nodded his head.
“Pfft” a silenced shot in the middle of her forehead. Not even a drop of blood.
Diane Watson. The daughter of the United States president was dead by a Russian made Makarov, by a Russian ex mine worker from Norsilk, Murmansk: Dimitry Popov.
But that perfect shot was not made by a rude miner, no. Dimitry was a reformed KGB soldier in his early 40’s who thought many battles for Russia and was one of the top priority soldiers in the time of the Berlin Wall and the Cold War, nevertheless he was expelled due to his straight head. He resisted to be corrupted by the old Russian system and to corrupt, so without mercy he was expelled and sent to a post gulag in the further end of Russia, Kamchatka where he disappeared for more than 20 years until he find William to whom he owed his life.
You could see happiness in his eyes. The thrill of the hunt. The bloodshed. The death by his own hands.
William looked at him by the corner of the eye and smiling inside he knew he had found a teammate in the situation they were going into.
“Bye Diane, my beloved dear.”
As he got up he said without even looking back at Dimitry:
“You know what to do.”
And he just left the door and entered the rotational door of Heathrow Airport. Behind him the tyres of the limo screeched. Inside was a dead person and Dimitry who have just looked to where William was sit and found a bottle of “Zolotaya simphonia”, in English Gold Symphony, a type of vodka with aged golden leaf, 23 carats, one of the vodkas that Dimitry has killed for. He said: “Xороший Wiliam, xороший” which meant “Good William, good.”. William knew what he wanted and gave him. Death, revenge, freedom and now Vodka. If he didn’t already owe his life to William, by now he would. He opened the bottle and swallowed a good amount of the full alcohol ic beverage, without even feeling the slightest tickle in the throat. But it was good. Very good.
As he entered the airport he saw the gate of his next flight. Thirty three. He had time, so he went to Prêt a manger and asked for a small cappuccino. And waited, alone in a bench, watching those funny people running everywhere, but without knowing where they were headed. He watched the world he was about to destroy. Time to get up.
He made the check in twenty minutes before the departure of the plane, without luggage it was quick. Then he headed for the gate of the plane and there it was the plane, already embarking, with no one waiting outside. By that time of year many people fly away from England, but not to the place where he was headed. English people would rather prefer the security and warmth of European Countries to spend their Christmas Holidays like Portugal, Spain or Italy.
As he entered the plane and greeted the pilots at the door of the plane he followed to his seat: 15A. A sit right next to the wing and to the window. He loved to see the earth disappearing below his feet.
As he walked down he was already removing his coat then he saw her. The most beautiful women he had ever seen. The one that stole his heart and make every other woman he had insignificant. She had the most perfect body, and as he saw her long fingers he remembered those cold fingers touching his skin he trembled. She was everything to him, and the only person he would give his life too: Miyuki Ramos Asukai.
terça-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2009
William Wilde - IV - Memories of Happiness
The tears were falling from the face of Diane Watson while she was sobbing completely disarmed in front of the gun. She knew William a year ago. He said he was stockbroker down in Tokyo.
They met in a dinner where Diane was attending some summits about economy, many stockbrokers and important people of the economic world were there. Diane was just there because of the important relationships that those summits would have for her country. Sent by her dad, those days in Tokyo would have seemed pretty boring for her if she hadn’t met William Wilde. His appearance was good. He looked like a model, and the way he dressed, well, for her he was beautiful and the power he emanated made her feel confident about everything when she was with him.
In that week she completely fell in love for him. They travelled the city by night entering all the clubs, drinking moderately and laughing about everything. By day they stood in the Four Seasons Maronouchi Hotel in the Tokyo downtown in the room. She said that was with headaches, menstruating or that the food was making her sick, whatever made the security let her stay inside. Besides the high level security, Will was always with her, and no security could refuse the will of the United States daughter known as a spoiled, beautiful and rich little girl, so as they understood that Will was not a threat to her, everything was fine.
As she sit in the car alone with those man she thought to know and his friend she revived the happiest moments of her life with him.
“Will, where are you from?”
“Why do you care dear?”
“You know everything about me, on the other hand I know nothing about you.”
“Would you trust more on me if you know more about me?”
She was with the head in his lap. Dressed with the bed blanket around her. Will was just wearing jeans. She loved the way he dressed after sex. Well she loved his physically fit body on those five hundred pounds pants.
She kissed his abdomen rising up to his chest and neck, then, she kissed him in the mouth and said:
“I could not trust you any more than I trust now. You just give me the greatest feeling of safety. When I am with you I don’t need a thing. Just you.”
“Well dear, so we are talked.”
“But Will, tell me something about you. Even the smallest thing. Please.” – she begged kissing him.
“Well Diane, I am a man from the world. I never stood in the same place for more than six months.”
“Well that’s harsh for a child”
“No.” – silence. “Well it was a little harsh in the beginning, but well, you know, you learn to live with what you have, and I wouldn’t change anything in my past.”
“And your parents?”
He frowned his face. – “Why don’t we forget this? You are boring when you start asking questions.” – Laughing he was mocking her. She loved his wit. He kissed her nose the mouth, the he started wandering his hands to her waist, grabbing her head with his left arm strongly, pushing her soft hair and head against his face.
His right hand was cherishing her abdomen over the blanket, rising up to his chest and then with a quick and strong movement he removed the blanket from her body, leaving her completely nude in front of him.
In that moment she felt so excited that she went up to him closing her eyes and kissing everything in the way, without noticing that his eyes were open and vivid like he was just watching TV. Nevertheless Will made his part on the role-play. Smiling when she opened his eyes and saying “I love you dear”, screaming as she screamed of pleasure, and taking the minimum pleasure he could but since he was there why not? The girl was beautiful.
For those seven days that was the routine. Going out at night, sleeping and having sex by the day and if they had the time having the most delicious breakfast and lunches. By that time she didn’t understand why he was missing all the summits and reunions, but what the hell? Maybe he was in love with her like she was with him and if he was nothing in the world was more important than her. By that time she wasn’t even thinking about a thing.
Now, in the limousine, she understood, why he had his eyes open while having sex, why sometimes he was just disinterested, and she felt used. She felt like shit. She screamed insanely washed in tears:
“Why?! Why?! Why me Will? Why my God?”
They met in a dinner where Diane was attending some summits about economy, many stockbrokers and important people of the economic world were there. Diane was just there because of the important relationships that those summits would have for her country. Sent by her dad, those days in Tokyo would have seemed pretty boring for her if she hadn’t met William Wilde. His appearance was good. He looked like a model, and the way he dressed, well, for her he was beautiful and the power he emanated made her feel confident about everything when she was with him.
In that week she completely fell in love for him. They travelled the city by night entering all the clubs, drinking moderately and laughing about everything. By day they stood in the Four Seasons Maronouchi Hotel in the Tokyo downtown in the room. She said that was with headaches, menstruating or that the food was making her sick, whatever made the security let her stay inside. Besides the high level security, Will was always with her, and no security could refuse the will of the United States daughter known as a spoiled, beautiful and rich little girl, so as they understood that Will was not a threat to her, everything was fine.
As she sit in the car alone with those man she thought to know and his friend she revived the happiest moments of her life with him.
“Will, where are you from?”
“Why do you care dear?”
“You know everything about me, on the other hand I know nothing about you.”
“Would you trust more on me if you know more about me?”
She was with the head in his lap. Dressed with the bed blanket around her. Will was just wearing jeans. She loved the way he dressed after sex. Well she loved his physically fit body on those five hundred pounds pants.
She kissed his abdomen rising up to his chest and neck, then, she kissed him in the mouth and said:
“I could not trust you any more than I trust now. You just give me the greatest feeling of safety. When I am with you I don’t need a thing. Just you.”
“Well dear, so we are talked.”
“But Will, tell me something about you. Even the smallest thing. Please.” – she begged kissing him.
“Well Diane, I am a man from the world. I never stood in the same place for more than six months.”
“Well that’s harsh for a child”
“No.” – silence. “Well it was a little harsh in the beginning, but well, you know, you learn to live with what you have, and I wouldn’t change anything in my past.”
“And your parents?”
He frowned his face. – “Why don’t we forget this? You are boring when you start asking questions.” – Laughing he was mocking her. She loved his wit. He kissed her nose the mouth, the he started wandering his hands to her waist, grabbing her head with his left arm strongly, pushing her soft hair and head against his face.
His right hand was cherishing her abdomen over the blanket, rising up to his chest and then with a quick and strong movement he removed the blanket from her body, leaving her completely nude in front of him.
In that moment she felt so excited that she went up to him closing her eyes and kissing everything in the way, without noticing that his eyes were open and vivid like he was just watching TV. Nevertheless Will made his part on the role-play. Smiling when she opened his eyes and saying “I love you dear”, screaming as she screamed of pleasure, and taking the minimum pleasure he could but since he was there why not? The girl was beautiful.
For those seven days that was the routine. Going out at night, sleeping and having sex by the day and if they had the time having the most delicious breakfast and lunches. By that time she didn’t understand why he was missing all the summits and reunions, but what the hell? Maybe he was in love with her like she was with him and if he was nothing in the world was more important than her. By that time she wasn’t even thinking about a thing.
Now, in the limousine, she understood, why he had his eyes open while having sex, why sometimes he was just disinterested, and she felt used. She felt like shit. She screamed insanely washed in tears:
“Why?! Why?! Why me Will? Why my God?”
segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2009
William Wilde III - Staring at the barrel of the gun
William did not say a word to the driver, nevertheless the car started the movement in the airport direction.
“Will you’re scaring me. If you didn’t want to stay with me why did you make me come all the way long just to stay with you?”
“My dear, there are greater things moving around you that you are not aware of.”
“But why all this mystery?”
As Wilde fell in silence a door next to him opened revealing a little champagne bottle: Krug Grande Cuveé. Two flûtes where on the automatic table that popped up when the door opened. William poured champagne on both, but as Diane reached for the glass he stopped her.
“No dear, not now. Tonight you will not be drinking anymore.”
“So why the two glasses?”
“Diane, this night we will be commemorating something beautiful.”
“Ok, and what is the occasion?”
“A sunset, and a new dawn.”
She giggled.
“Oh you are so romantic Will. Are we going to watch the dawn in an hotel?”
“Dear, We will watch, but you, well, you will watch it as well, at least I hope so, and the dawn for you, well it will be beautiful if our ancestors were right.”
“What are you talking about Will? Your face is dark.”
“Nothing. Just mumbling words.”
“You are not the mumbling type. You are up to something.”
She grabbed his hand. It was so cold and it was not usual. She remembered the times were both were together. He was always hot and friendly. Not this frigid person.
“Tell me please.”
“You are close to know, just sit silent and appreciate the moment.”
Silence fell in the car. Only the muffled sound of the rain striking on the bullet proof steel structure of the limo and the tires pressing the rain out of the road could be heard.
Suddenly the car stopped. Through the windows you could see the Heathrow Airport entrance.
“Where are we going Will?”
“Well if you say we as in both of us, we are going nowhere. Eventually if you say both of us, me and Dimitry, well we are going to someplace else.”
“Wait, what are trying to say when you say that we are going nowhere? And who the hell is Dimitry?”
Just after she finished talking, the door of the limo opened and a big, blonde haired man with a dark suit entered in the back of the limousine, taking a seat in front of them:
“Hello Will. So is this the moment?”
“Hello Dimitry…”
“Wait who are you? And what moment are you talking about?” – interrupted her, clearly nervous, but Diane didn’t even have the time to finish the sentence. Will took her by the head and gave her a kiss like he used to. Suddenly Diane forget about everything and grasped his hair as his hands wandered her waist, but as suddenly as she forgot about the world, a silenced Makarov popped up from Dimitry right hand. She woke up from that dream with the cold steel on her forehead. The 9 mm gun was between her eyes.
William stood back getting up from his seat and sitting right next to Dimitry.
Diane was now in tears. She understood everything.
William turned on the TV by his left side. There you could watch the former United States president Russel Watson on a military parade live from Washington.
“Do you understand now Diane?”
“Yes, but why?”
“In greater evil there is good.”
“Will you’re scaring me. If you didn’t want to stay with me why did you make me come all the way long just to stay with you?”
“My dear, there are greater things moving around you that you are not aware of.”
“But why all this mystery?”
As Wilde fell in silence a door next to him opened revealing a little champagne bottle: Krug Grande Cuveé. Two flûtes where on the automatic table that popped up when the door opened. William poured champagne on both, but as Diane reached for the glass he stopped her.
“No dear, not now. Tonight you will not be drinking anymore.”
“So why the two glasses?”
“Diane, this night we will be commemorating something beautiful.”
“Ok, and what is the occasion?”
“A sunset, and a new dawn.”
She giggled.
“Oh you are so romantic Will. Are we going to watch the dawn in an hotel?”
“Dear, We will watch, but you, well, you will watch it as well, at least I hope so, and the dawn for you, well it will be beautiful if our ancestors were right.”
“What are you talking about Will? Your face is dark.”
“Nothing. Just mumbling words.”
“You are not the mumbling type. You are up to something.”
She grabbed his hand. It was so cold and it was not usual. She remembered the times were both were together. He was always hot and friendly. Not this frigid person.
“Tell me please.”
“You are close to know, just sit silent and appreciate the moment.”
Silence fell in the car. Only the muffled sound of the rain striking on the bullet proof steel structure of the limo and the tires pressing the rain out of the road could be heard.
Suddenly the car stopped. Through the windows you could see the Heathrow Airport entrance.
“Where are we going Will?”
“Well if you say we as in both of us, we are going nowhere. Eventually if you say both of us, me and Dimitry, well we are going to someplace else.”
“Wait, what are trying to say when you say that we are going nowhere? And who the hell is Dimitry?”
Just after she finished talking, the door of the limo opened and a big, blonde haired man with a dark suit entered in the back of the limousine, taking a seat in front of them:
“Hello Will. So is this the moment?”
“Hello Dimitry…”
“Wait who are you? And what moment are you talking about?” – interrupted her, clearly nervous, but Diane didn’t even have the time to finish the sentence. Will took her by the head and gave her a kiss like he used to. Suddenly Diane forget about everything and grasped his hair as his hands wandered her waist, but as suddenly as she forgot about the world, a silenced Makarov popped up from Dimitry right hand. She woke up from that dream with the cold steel on her forehead. The 9 mm gun was between her eyes.
William stood back getting up from his seat and sitting right next to Dimitry.
Diane was now in tears. She understood everything.
William turned on the TV by his left side. There you could watch the former United States president Russel Watson on a military parade live from Washington.
“Do you understand now Diane?”
“Yes, but why?”
“In greater evil there is good.”
domingo, 6 de dezembro de 2009
William Wilde II - Not what she guessed
II
“Hello Will.”
“Hello Diane.”
“Will, you look tired. Did you…”
“No. Not at all my dear, I’ve slept very well over these last few days and this is the first glass of wine today.”
“How could you sleep?”
“I can. That’s all. I don’t worry.”
“But…Will…”
As she was talking a tear dropped from her right eye. No one in the room saw. She had her back straight and was still carrying her hat in a way that no one would see her face. Only William saw that glimpse of light from her tear. Many more would come.
“I see in you evil, a terrible evil.”
“Yes Diane, you see. And everyone in the room should be terrified, but they aren’t. Look over my left side. Look at that men staring at your legs. He’s terrified of looking, neither way he keeps looking. And why?”
“I don’t know Will.”
“Mankind. More gore no bore. They love to suffer. And you know Diane? I love you. And that dear, that makes me suffer. ”
“Will we talk over this many, many times. I love you as well, but no one can hold for so long to your wishes.”
“My wishes? Do you know them? Do you really think you know them?”
She grabbed her glass and sipped the wine.
“Will, you want sex, money and power as every man.” - His lips trembled and he frowned his face. - “Am I wrong Will?
“So many time and you still don’t know what I want.”
“Oh Will, don’t make things difficult, you want what every man wants from me.”
“Really?”
“Really. I know.”
By the time they felt silent there was no wine in the bottle. Wilde was still smoking his Sobranie Cigarette. A Black Russian with a beautiful smell. Very different from the others in the house. Diane was waiting for him to pour some more wine in their glass, but seeing that Will was looking past her eyes, deep in her soul, she turned her eyes from him and reached for the bottle. Wilde with a quick gesture with his right hand took the bottle away from her reach even without taking his eyes away from her.
“Sadly from you, Diane, you really don’t know what I want.”
Silence.
“I don’t need sex, money or power dear.”
“Why Will? I could give everything to you.”
William laughed effusively and all the room turned their look to that reverberating laugh.
As he stopped laughing, he extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray by his left side, more than half was still in a good smoking condition. Then he leaned forward crossing his arms on the table and approaching her right ear he whispered:
“I already got them Diane.”
“What are you trying to say Will? You don’t need me anymore?”
“No, no, no. Not at all. I need you. I really need you. Could you please come with me now?”
“But Will you just opened this bottle of wine. It is expensive.”
“Don’t worry. A car is waiting in the corner for us. Do you mind?”
As he stood up he grabbed her delicate hand. It was cold. He took his umbrella and went to the exit followed by Diane. It was raining heavily, he opened his large umbrella and put his arm over her shoulder. She was almost as tall as him.
As he drove her to the corner a black car with black tinted windows approached. It was a Caddilac limousine. She entered after he opened the door and right next to Diane he entered the car and said:
“Do you really think that this date was just to give you a kiss dear?”
“Hello Will.”
“Hello Diane.”
“Will, you look tired. Did you…”
“No. Not at all my dear, I’ve slept very well over these last few days and this is the first glass of wine today.”
“How could you sleep?”
“I can. That’s all. I don’t worry.”
“But…Will…”
As she was talking a tear dropped from her right eye. No one in the room saw. She had her back straight and was still carrying her hat in a way that no one would see her face. Only William saw that glimpse of light from her tear. Many more would come.
“I see in you evil, a terrible evil.”
“Yes Diane, you see. And everyone in the room should be terrified, but they aren’t. Look over my left side. Look at that men staring at your legs. He’s terrified of looking, neither way he keeps looking. And why?”
“I don’t know Will.”
“Mankind. More gore no bore. They love to suffer. And you know Diane? I love you. And that dear, that makes me suffer. ”
“Will we talk over this many, many times. I love you as well, but no one can hold for so long to your wishes.”
“My wishes? Do you know them? Do you really think you know them?”
She grabbed her glass and sipped the wine.
“Will, you want sex, money and power as every man.” - His lips trembled and he frowned his face. - “Am I wrong Will?
“So many time and you still don’t know what I want.”
“Oh Will, don’t make things difficult, you want what every man wants from me.”
“Really?”
“Really. I know.”
By the time they felt silent there was no wine in the bottle. Wilde was still smoking his Sobranie Cigarette. A Black Russian with a beautiful smell. Very different from the others in the house. Diane was waiting for him to pour some more wine in their glass, but seeing that Will was looking past her eyes, deep in her soul, she turned her eyes from him and reached for the bottle. Wilde with a quick gesture with his right hand took the bottle away from her reach even without taking his eyes away from her.
“Sadly from you, Diane, you really don’t know what I want.”
Silence.
“I don’t need sex, money or power dear.”
“Why Will? I could give everything to you.”
William laughed effusively and all the room turned their look to that reverberating laugh.
As he stopped laughing, he extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray by his left side, more than half was still in a good smoking condition. Then he leaned forward crossing his arms on the table and approaching her right ear he whispered:
“I already got them Diane.”
“What are you trying to say Will? You don’t need me anymore?”
“No, no, no. Not at all. I need you. I really need you. Could you please come with me now?”
“But Will you just opened this bottle of wine. It is expensive.”
“Don’t worry. A car is waiting in the corner for us. Do you mind?”
As he stood up he grabbed her delicate hand. It was cold. He took his umbrella and went to the exit followed by Diane. It was raining heavily, he opened his large umbrella and put his arm over her shoulder. She was almost as tall as him.
As he drove her to the corner a black car with black tinted windows approached. It was a Caddilac limousine. She entered after he opened the door and right next to Diane he entered the car and said:
“Do you really think that this date was just to give you a kiss dear?”
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