My ex

Paola, in that week eight years ago, was very excited. She knew that on the weekend, her parents would be leaving for a short romantic weekend in Florence, on the occasion of the feast of St. Valentine. The apartment, two floors below mine, would remain empty and available for all our desires. Of course, I was already looking forward to a really hard two days with her, who continued to tease my imagination all week, telling me that she had an exciting surprise in store for…