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Mid-flight and looking at the person sitting next to me brought on such relief. It was a year ago that we planned traveling to Italy. Here’s more to writing the whole trip, while mine is to live a life of being free and happy. Although to go on this free trip the deal was that I live a few days doing something different to what was the norm for me and my friend, on a more serious writer’s retreat. My time for writing is done for now, so my experience will be the material for my writing. Well I am going to enjoy this trip. I unfortunately have lost my friend in Dubai and boarded alone, ironically the trip was planned by her. So here’s to my start of difference boarding a bullet train to take me to Venice alone. A day after I jumped in the gondola and my gondolier was ready to take me far away. While crossing the Grand Canal I found the other gondoliers were dressed the same unlike this one. With eyes as the refection of the waters he held not only mine eyes but it looks like he grabbed hold of my soul. A voice that serenaded me rocked my world as the boat does, hitting the waves. Finally my trip ended and my gondolier introduced himself as Luca Alessandro, kissed my hand and said he has a secret that unfortunately he is just a normal person using the canal to go to work. Well the embarrassment is saying it lightly but I know now the local was playing along, I am not mistaking the mutual attraction. This is the new me, confident. Luca took my hand as I disembarked the love boat. He whispered to meet op tomorrow and I agreed. Needless to say my Gondolier serenaded me every morning as he left for work and this is the reason to start and get on with my day. We met up and this pulsating attraction was there even when we had something simple as a lunch, eating pizza and ending with a gelato, not even desired Tiramisù can compare to an Italian-god licking at a simple scoop. The night walks getting lost in the coble alleys, while you are whispered to in the native language, baritone and when hitting the low keys it reminded me sitting on a motorbike while it idles and then taking off with speed. Need I say more? Lovely as Venice are, pulling myself out of my bed dreading the bullet train that needs to take me to meetup with Sonia. I did everything as slow as my mood, I didn’t want to leave. I heard the eco of my name and it drew me to the place of my longing, and I was asked to come down. I am seriously happy because really, I might miss a few days meeting up with my friend. This here is extremely important, more than the beauty of Lake Como… We walked in a shop that had ancient masks the venetians wore in the promiscuous era where Luca placed one on him and gave me one. While looking on how we looked in the “fitting room”. I think with reason too. Alone the immoral mentality somehow took over when a hand that suddenly made its way very high up my leg and as it was to find its way stopped mid-way, while full lips take what I wanted. The kiss was nothing of exploring it is the mating and taking possession as what the mask implies. Automatically my hands started exploring and the shudder of muscles ripples its way as the ripple effect of the water when the rafter hits against it. My hands glides through his wave of black hair while looking at hot melting lava displaying specs of fire in his eyes. It is almost as if this mask signifies the magic of Venetia right here. Again the whisper of the forbidden darkness of the moment took over and I stood there waiting and wanting… “Debbie, Debbie” "Nooooo… leave me be, my day has just started!” Wide awake now, watching how we descended to Milan International Airport, Malpensa.