CEST LA GUERRE (40)

I consider a waste of time describe our meal at the beach, food, wines, desserts, coffee and liqueurs, or my attacks on the two songs which I had in mind inevitably, but the lieutenant  laughed much with it. Neither the great  sorbet of water sea which especially sent us the great genius of the cuisine of this country and the world, Ferran Adria to whom I´m very grateful Etc. etc.. I pointed to the soldier who served the "ammunition" (an excellent mobilized waiter) that the food was excellent, abundant and extremely perfect but it had not been a slight lunch as agreed. He replied laconically:

— Sorry, sir but what it is has served is the minimum, a trifle, if I may call it so, sir

This good mobilized professional goes right considering that were not served us caviar, oysters, or some rare but very tasty salads.

Does a table like this require tuxedo or wear bright dress? It is debatable but I think that the association naked = primary faun, or naked = innocent man from paradise, is not necessarily true. Simply, nudity is what lies beneath the tuxedo, evening dress, and clothes we wear in general.


The main course was the Spanish paella very typical of this country, with everything need to make it very tasty and light food. The lieutenant repeated, although in very small portions, both times.

Before I had given express orders they do not serve us champagne by the erotic connotations that carries this drink. Although it may be a topic as any. If the Champagne is a drink of lovers, (that is), we must recognize that lovers are not stupid.


In general, the sparkling wine is celebration and the current policy of the enemy is incapable of any official celebration.

I look to the horizon which is one line with the sky blue above and the sea blue down and reminded me the tool "straighten" of picasa. And when I turn my head to the front, I see my wonderful secretary in its simple nakedness, eating heartily, a shadow, a light, a body, a transformative physiology which triggers other physiological parallels on me, natural, human, for the union, the synthesis... I realize that I can barely move by the satisfaction of the excellent food, my body and mind recharged and grateful, sun bathing well controlled on every pore of my skin, and my secretary as a suggestion, a basic call, she the female I the male of  the species of Cro-Magnon,... and of course..  I feel my cock between my thighs, very excitable, so that any slight movement produces a special sensitivity, pleasure, a gap to take off of my cock that I control by the moment under the table right away that I noticed it.

How long it will be possible to me?