Naked young boys is rather reminiscent of Charlie Chaplin at a distance but as he approaches the similarity fades. I squeeze your hand for reassurance.
He is tall, a couple of inches shorter than I with sandy brown hair and a crooked grin. He looks a lot like Brad Pitt, as clichéd as that may be. He is indeed walking with a cane. A wonderful affectation.
As he passes he raises his cane to salute us and gives a cheery 'evenin'.' We halloo him back.
'Excuse young boys naked turn and he is facing us.
'Is this the way to (insert place name in opposite direction and past home) could you tell me?'
'It is' you reassure him, and then, unexpectedly 'we'll walk with you some of the way.'
I give a half glance in your direction but off we go, the three of us. naked young girls and boys ask what brings him along here and he tells us that he has work in whatever it's called and that he starts in a coupla days. He doesn't go further except to say that he decided to walk from the train instead of getting a cab because it is such a lovely evening. I glance at him and notice that he really is gorgeous. Perhaps twenty five he is slender but broad shouldered, his naked young boys are alive with laughter and intelligence and his right cheek bears a faint scar, as of duelling.
You point out that the town is another ten miles and his smile slips a notch before he catches it and hitches it back up. Before long we are back at the drive for our place and we stop to say goodbye. He sits down heavily on the verge and says he'll rest a while.Before I know what's what you've said that it's 8.30 already and it'll be midnight before he gets to town.
'Come stay with us, naked boys and girls off in the morning, you'll never find a place to stay by the time you get there.'
I am taken aback and a touch jealous. It seems you really like this guy.
He accepts graciously and we head to the house. He is installed in the living room and you head to the kitchen to make tea. I follow you and suggest that you really like this guy in a jealous, petulant mood.
'Well, don't you?' you say and swan out with the teapot leaving me unable to deny it.
Upon my return you and Antonio are deep in conversation. He says he's a photographer and you tell him that that's a coincidence because I am too. He then wanders the room looking at the still life, landscapes and gentle nudes that adorn the walls. I ask about his work and try to get him to show us his folio.
'I'm not sure you'd naked young boys to see my stuff. It's...rather different.