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 The next morning, Marcel picked me up from my dormitory.  We traveled in a white Toyota car.  Marcel told me that he borrowed this car from his friend Boris. Madrid chicas escort It was my first journey with a man.  Marcel behaved with me as if we had known each other a hundred years and there was nothing surprising in our traveling together in a car.  He asked me nothing about myself, as if he knew all about me, and as if I knew everything there was to know about him. He talked about the places we were passing.

 At 12 ‘o’ clock we went to a horse race.  We took a table and I was surprised how Marcel used the familiar form of address straightaway with all the service staff, but none of them took offense.  They laughed at his jokes, moreover, his accent made it funnier.  The waiters were apparently only too happy to carry out his orders. For his part, Marcel accepted the efforts of the waiters with a benevolent smile, as was fitting for a man at the peak of success and acted like a magnet for others.  But he was cheerful and friendly in his demeanor.

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- “Have your stake!” he said, “if you would win make one wish, and I will do it for you.”
 - “I want to have four pair of beautiful shoes.”
 - “Why four? Not five or six?” Marcel began laugh.
  -“One pair for each season.”
  -“You will get it without wishing for it,” he said disappointedly, “say another one.”
  -“I want to be with you for the rest of my life,” I said, and my face became red.
- “It is reasonable,” he said, “I will do it.”
I was laughing, and still I was attracted by his sense of humor, independence and his optimism.

After the horse race, he asked me where I would like to go. 

-“I wanted to invite you to my apartment,” he said.  
 -“I don’t know Marcel, if it would be okay to go to your apartment.”
  -“Darling, then let’s go to your dormitory, or to a hotel, or to the end of the world, but together.”

I looked into his eyes and I knew that I was lost.  There was a magnetic force about him. He was irresistible.

  -“What do you want from me?” I asked.  
  -“Everything. I want you!” he said

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That night was like a hurricane. It was coming and arriving and then departing. I knew it was unbelievable feeling I never experienced before. I was in love with this guy and I understood how sex could be exciting. It became my reason for being. 






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