We met at the park, between people who love dogs, when the family maid could not bring our Dalmatian, who therefore accompanied me. Almost by chance I met Alfredo (I put a fake name for precaution). He is young, beautiful, irresistible, his job is that of the baker, in a village a few kilometers from my farmhouse. I am often alone because my husband is a businessman traveling, very, too much. To make it short, the first dialogue between me and he took place for some peculiarities of his dog: in addition to having the bristly cloak, almost like that of a wild boar, it is peeled (for a man it would be said that “he had alopecia”), they tell me that it happens. This has aroused curiosity, one word pulls the other, some encounter among the smiles, and the baker and I ended up in bed. I was wrong, I know, but it’s loneliness … I’m young. At one point in Alfredo I said “stop”, even reluctantly because I hear a great attraction and because we have sex with fantasy and ardor; Once in one of the few telephone booths left in the countryside, to say. But now he has lost his head and does not leave me alone, he telephones me, on purpose; Not requested brings me French bread and bioves, to Chili, comes by bicycle like a madman, suddenly, “stalking” me. I try to remove it, but it is also true that every now and then I give back and return to bed … the servants of my farm now “chatted” – it was confided to me – perhaps they spied on us … Dear Doctor Valeria Braghieri, what should I do? If my husband knows … help me!
Flame
Cara Fiammetta, the first thing I want to tell her is that a man who manifests the attitudes of his lover (falls home, insists, persecutes her, stalkereth) should not be underestimated. The atrocious chronicle of these days should, if nothing else, have taught us something, like to recognize alarming signals. So, even at the cost of bringing out the whole matter, forgive me but hurry up to (try to) protect yourself. And “really” I’m not joking and “really” please give me back. Coming then to the matter in itself: the only one who can help her is she herself.
You don’t go to bed with someone because you feel sunbed and bored, especially if in the meantime her husband is working to allow her to have a farmhouse full of servants. There is a more edifying Hobby Fiammetta, also because at the same time it will also be safe.