Looking back as I heard the door open, it was Milan's aunt. Up until now, I couldn't figure out the kind of heartbeat I had or how to explain it.
She looked straight into my eyes, my heart trembled, and I was overwhelmed with fear.
She's just seventeen, and I was eighteen. That means, I had an affair with an underage girl.
Prison knocking, I believe, but Milan reacted so quickly, before her aunt said a word, she ran to her fully naked and knelt in front of her wrapping herself in her legs crying and begging.
My hard was immediately soft, softer than it ever been.
She held Milan's wrist to help her up, and took her away. Moments later, she came back. I had put on my dress already.
She screamed at me angrily to leave her house.
The way she exclaimed it was more of a death sentence in my ears.
And that was how I stopped hearing from Milan.
One beautiful afternoon after about two months, I was in my room still down with the fact that I had lost her.
Then, my sister told me I had a visitor.
I was forced to check who was asking for me, and when I did check, it was Milan's aunt.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said Milan is pregnant to me. With no hesitation, I took responsibility for it. She was amazed, and it was then she realized how much I loved Milan.
We settled the whole stuff, put the rightful things in place, and I was allowed to set eyes on my beautiful Milan again.
When she was put to bed and the nurse told me it was a girl, it was like I totally forgot a female child could be given birth to. I was majestically waiting for my son.
It was the nurse's compliment that reminded me that female babies are also available.
I love Milan, so I had to wait for years to try again without making her know of my plans. I didn't even behave badly to her because of that.
When the time came for the second birth, she gave birth to yet another girl.
Bad, terrible, my mood changed, and the world seemed a messy place to me.
It is now that I consider my uncle's preacher's word. The word "HELL", the entire me was in hell at that moment.
MILAN'S point of view
When I was younger and just back in America, my English was bad, and it got people looking at me whenever I spoke.
I remember the whole story between Charles and me.
I was sixteen then, and just about to be seventeen.
I was so cute at that age, all the boys wanted me. I spent my early life in America and moved to Italy when I was nine years old and came back to America a couple of months later for my seventeenth birthday.
Since I am back, people can't really choose which they admire most; my accent or my beauty.
I was at a shop one day. Charles was also there. With my first step into the shop, he was looking at me like he would swallow me.
I could see it in his eyes, he was looking for ways to approach me, but he didn't speak to me.
I could not find the item I was looking for in the shop, so I called the shopkeeper to help me out. When I spoke, all eyes were on me because I said the word in Italian. I said "Padrone".
I totally forgot what it is called in American English.
Before I knew it, Charles was already standing beside me. He took the opportunity to speak to me and said... "Padrone! How are you?".
I was embarrassed, so I didn't answer him. He speaks again and this time, he says "Horny, I was talking to you."
Good afternoon was what I replied to him with.
He then said, "We call it Shopkeeper here".
"It's okay" I said. He thanked me for talking to him,
Americans, why would he thank me for just talking back to him?
We started being friends, and luckily we live in the same area, our communications make me know him properly and I soon digest his love.
One of the things I loved about him was he never asked me for sex. No Italian boy would do that, even a seven-year-old learns how to grab a girl's buttocks.
We had known each other for months now, and I decided to tease him. I told him I wanted no gift from him, but I wanted him to give me something I will forever remember.
He was so confused, and it was written on his face,
He didn't want to embarrass himself, so he never asked me to explain further the meaning of what I said. He smiled and played along.
The perfect time came for me to make him understand my words. On my birthday, Oh! That birthday party, Charles fought four boys because of me.
That night, when it was only him and me alone in the room, I seduced him.
My gown was already short, I even pulled it up more to my curvy hips so he could see the shape of my private part.
I intentionally bent over to show it to him, pretending I was taking off my shoes.
I knew I had hit the bull's eyes when I saw him standing right behind me and I felt his hard on my backside.
That night, he turned me into a woman as I knew what sex was all about for the first time in my life.
It was rough and painful, but I enjoyed it, my legs felt like I had climbed mountains and valleys, my waist was hitting.
I was about to sleep off when I noticed he was hard again. I asked myself in my thoughts if he wanted more.
I put my hand on his hard. I don't know what makes him hard again though. But I also wanted more, despite my pains.
He switched his position, and he was on top of me, he put his hard inside me and my aunt stopped the pleasure when she walked into my room.
She entered my room without knocking. I was so angry and at the same time terrified.
Charles was thrown into a frenzy. I know my aunt. She's a very soft woman, luckily her strict husband was away on duty from his workplace.
I quickly ran to her and started crying, passionate cry. I confessed to her that I wanted it.
That's how to win my aunt. Just confess to her when she catches you.
She chases Charles away, and we continue living happily afterward.