Love is Business

I spread between the languages. It was my love affair with two Italians in the bus stop.

The day was raining and I took underground train from Covent Garden to learn we had no trains from Liverpool Street to Stratford due to a suicide committed on train tracks.

I have not seen Renato Olympo. It was long. I enjoyed myself and the pretty day was long. The desires I had for myself.

"Ciao."

The dark hair office worker did make his dark eye lash blink.

Their cream trousers and cream shirts, those matching city raincoats. Had my eyes. I thought to myself what is behind their brown Tuscany top grain cut leather belts. The perfect tailored looks. Those black hair cuts and a smell of Italian perfume.

The artisan crafts are made to sell in exclusive stores. Those shoes. Oh, yes. I was into fashion.

I was wearing black leggings. My black trainers and collegiate top. To say. I am young. I am free here to take me.

"Hello?"

"Are you a fashionista?" He smiles with white office set teeth.

"I am a barber from Lithuania."

"You like espresso?"

"It is a little too late for one?"

"You have been to Italia."

They smiled and walked closer to me in the rain. The streets were nearly empty, everyone stood in the pubs and cafés hoping for rain to pass.

I looked in my mobile phone to see the time and the message was sent. I will be back late.

"I am enthusiastic about good coffee beans."

I felt comforted in a cold rain closer to them.

"I am a wine taster and waiter. I am Alfredo."

"I am Pablo. I am a café barista."

I never knew it was a Toto Love Motel Inn plan for them to take me and feel the taste of love to keep me busy. It was her plan to keep Renato Olympo busy and reward him for them seeing me.

The plan was on.

Alfredo walks closer and leans to bus shelter advertisement glass shielding me from a look and onlookers. The rain drops. His hand fixes his belt looking round for unwanted onlookers.

"It is unseen seen for us to see you."

"We believe in faith."

"I have a husband."

"He should pick you up."

I look on the phone once more and know I wait a little longer in the rain.

"Our Moreno family has a restaurant nearby where we can have a cup of latte."

"I would love to but my bus will be in 15 minutes."

Pablo gasps his lungs walking closer.

"I guess we have to do it here on the street."

"I think Olympo has a tattoo of a holy one with a satanic snake face on his arm."

I relax my hand with a phone and slide in my Italian designer bag.

"You are a well cultured and good looking woman."

"Thank you." I pushed him away. "You know what coffee beans mean in Lithuania." I smile.

"What is your name?" Alfredo stands in the women's underwear advertisement stand.

"I am Ligita." I brush my finger across my stomach to my tight sports leggings.

"Alfredo, you go ahead first." Pablo looking around replaces Alfredo place shielding us from the rain.

He walks closer and grabs me by my shoulders playing his tongue outside my lips. I join his tongue without touching his lips, replicating his kiss. We share the same breath. I wrap my left foot round his bottom pushing him closer to warm me.

We needed heat in a cold November's rain.

Pablo looked around on the side street for incoming buses and saw an African woman walking by. He followed her in the eyes and fixed his belt.

One aggressive jawline was kissing me, one jaw line shielded from onlookers.

"Alfredo, we should take her to the hotel. It is cold outside." He knew Satanic Olympo should be kept busy taking care of me.

^.^

When they took care of all the details I could keep her husband Olympo. They didn't even drive her to the hotel but stopped in a backstreet bin alley to steam the windows.

Italian mules told me later, sharing with me. "She was a focking whore." They both enjoyed me now.

I hold on to Renato Olympo dick. I paid for the Marciuzawa brothers to take a walk.

The first knock on 126 Chad street doors without door bell the living room curtains slide apart and Renato gestapo gaze our eyes meets.

It was Stratford gaze.

I was lost and lonely. It was the plan.

"I like to help you but I am busy."

"I have a special parcel in a cold November's rain."

I open my rain coat for his gestapo eyes to see my parts for sale and a large pearl necklace. Yuri Tilsi bought me a wedding present.

"You freeze it is Scotland Yard." He shows me his wallet and credit cards.

"It is a free door to door advertisement you do not need to pay for."

Him confused. "I will not let you get a cold in November's rain."

I close my coat and fasten my belt like it would be the first Dan kimono.

"We will need to sleep you to stay warm."

He takes me upstairs Olympo forgot about his wife and Toya's visit today to set a cement floor to have tiles in.

He took us to the Marciuzawa brothers' bedroom on the street view and I bent to place my hands on their cigar box. I was looking out for Ligita and not paying attention to him.

The bedroom had weird hand painting on the walls to leather seats and two mattresses to sleep on the floor.

I am looking out window curtains and hating looking at the cigars. I close my eyes.

He slides out his piece off the tracksuit bottom and pierces me in the hips spread apart.

He pumps me. It wasn't enough. We both got naked on the floor and he took me to the Marciuzawa sleeping bags.

I work my knees in. The knees bending in I was working on him.

I knew Renato Olympo Stratford Narcotics Cartel knew corrupt police from Klaipeda to Kaunas, and politicians. It was a great spread for him in favour of a good recommendation to contacts.

My eyes are a glimpse of an old fireplace with a plaque with grapes and wine. The blue sleeping bags were great cloth to collect the saliva.

He took a few condoms out of his bedroom cabinet but he brought only lemon twist lemonade. I did not like sugar drinks. I hoped for water.

I had time to look around. Olympo bent me over and placed my legs on the slide with the comfort of making them.

It was in an hour replacing the rubber dots to help me finish and wear me off. He forgot about the time.

The time got darker and it was the time for Ligita to come back but she was busy with Italians.

They were swaying their car tires in suspense as the windows steamed without protection changing one to another.

The radio was playing DAB dance music to fit her culture. They told me.

Ligita must have cut her knot long ago to avoid more love fruits.

I drank lemon fruit while him relaxing, catching his breath and waiting for sweat to finish dropping off him.

Our love juice off his piece was sliding off slime drips on black arm chair.

I smiled as it was a leather seat he made a mark on.

"I like a cup of water."

The room had a wardrobe of probably second hand store or sales designer clothes.

Black shelf full of books and albums nearby. On top was perfume he sprayed on his chest.

The bottles were red and blue, one black.

The floor lining was a wood floor boarding imitation.

The heating pipes were broken and they had them off, he told me. It was one year before they broke it.

Now they are hoping his son in law will repair the burst gas pipe and repair water heaters by the time he is building their new bathroom.

It was a large air heater. He turned on for me, waiting naked on black couch to cool off. He had his clothes in one cream with a walnut wood cut chair.

The designs were from Prince Philip's era art deco French designs.

He kept white Korean breed dog that he bought his wife for 10000 pounds. I was able to see it in the living room. I walked in on him eating the side of the tables and sneezing as it tried to bark.

The four bedroom cottage house was big enough to open a small brothel service.

It first accommodated Ban Toya's family until he married his daughter and moved across the street to keep good family ties.

"Here is my wife's kimono."

He throws a silk gown at me. I would cover and walk down stairs to the kitchen between the bathroom.

I take a few steps.

"You blajt here."

Eyes filled with excitement and surprise.

My beloved Ban Toya stood in the bathroom with open doors holding in his swollen fist a bag of cement and yellow measuring liner.

Him looking over the shoulder in his blue overalls.

The sudden first encounter with me in a Ligita sakura kimono walking down stairs while working to refurbish their bathroom. I smiled.