Renaissance of the Heart - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 2

... you first. I can assure you.” “Well, I’m pleased to hear that. But I’ll still miss you. You’ll be hard to replace.” I truly enjoyed working where I worked and it pained me to leave, but I saw no alternative. After work, I went to tie up one of the loose ends that was connected with the painting and then phoned Elizabeth with the outcome. “Hiya!” “Hey, I’ve got some news.” “Oh… tell me, tell me!” “It’s not that exciting. I’m not sure. It’s the letter.” “The letter? Oh the letter !” “Yes, I went to see my friend George, who owns the Italian restaurant I frequent.” “Oh, well it is in Italian.” “Well I did think of Google but I didn’t want to take anything for granted and I couldn’t make out every word.” “No, good thinking, Cindy. So what’s it say.” “Okay, are you ready… ‘Dear Mr Lorenzo, I am indebted to you for your assistance and I hope this will suffice as a token of my gratitude. It was in the sale at Via Azzo Gardino on May 1. Knowing your love of this style.’ It’s signed Vincenzo and dated July 1934.” “Oh, that’s interesting. But what does it mean?” “Yes, I’m not sure, but I think it will be important, cos it’s part of the history of the painting.” “I’ll leave it in your capable hands, Cindy.” “Thank you. Talking of capable hands…” “Hmmm…” “Do you want to come round tomorrow?” “Really! I’d love to.” “I’ll make us something. Is lasagne okay?” “Is it ever!” “It’s my special recipe.” “I’ll bring a bottle.” “Okay then. It’s a date.” I hung up with a tingle of anticipation and ...

... excitement, just from the thought of seeing Elizabeth again. We had not been texting to and fro and in some respects that was good. I didn’t know where I was from one minute to the next, conscious of my responsibilities and all the uncertainty that lay ahead. Elizabeth was proving to be a wonderful distraction and an outlet for my desires. I wasn’t shy when it came to guys but being quite independent and assertive I think I scared them off. I demanded exceptionally high standards in my partners. Men rarely met the criteria. I avoided bitchy or frivolous women. I was acutely aware of how demanding my own sex could be and I wasn’t prepared for any sort of commitment. Elizabeth ticked every box. In fact she had created some new boxes for me to tick. She was so sexy with her long, shiny dark hair; her figure, which was slim and voluptuous at the same time. Like me, she hadn’t indicated that she expected anything substantial from our relationship. I think she appreciated the intensity of our physical involvement as much as me - it was as if it was a momentary diversion away from the reality of life. I was concerned that we would get deep, only for me to disappear to Italy for goodness knows how long. I wanted to be there to be on hand for every development. If the time table I had crudely scratched out, came to fruition, we would be well on the way by Christmas. On the other hand, I was told by my contact in Rome to be patient. When art met science things went at their own pace. I ...