This is a picture of Maria - one of the waitresses who works in my hotel - taken on my shithot postage stamp size 3G Sony Ericsson K950i.
She has been taking good care of me ever since I arrived and speaks perfect English. This morning as I was sat by the pool she noticed that I was reading some hardcore literature and whispered in my ear (as she poured me a glass of ice-cold cherry cola with such poise and elegance) "What are you doing later?".
Fuck.
I froze. This kind of thing has never happened to me before. I pretended not to have heard her, and tried to carry on with my Proust.
"If you wish, you may meet me later by the tennis courts. 3pm."
I looked up, threw her a faint smile and burrowed my head back in my book, before realising I had a sudden urge to take a long, ice-cold dip in the pool.
She's way out of my league
6 comments:
this hasn't really happened tvc, we all know it, you had a day dream and the photo is downloaded from google images, stop kidding yourself. get back to your channel and commission something, ...
Go on TVC, give into adolescent transgression off-screen as well as on...
So, the game of chess with Sombrero Dave has suddenly become a big secret ? How badly did he beat you ?
TVC you're missing all the fun back at White City Towers! You'll just have to wait until you come back...
Fool, any chick who lets you point a fucking camera phone at her ain't even in the A League.
Hang on TVC what about the lovely Noreena? Not sure that you should be writing about your indescretions with a Mexican waitress on your 'publi' blog spot!
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