The romantic dinner
The night had started a while ago and it was actually going really good. Firstly I had brought Barbie the aphrodisiac that Italo kept hidden under the pillow of the couch, because you never now. After pouring the aperitif in the glasses Stefania went to finish getting ready and my partner took the chance to add the aphrodisiac to the aperitif without getting the tablecloth dirty, not an easy thing at all without a good pair of hands. The compound had started to make effect quickly, in fact Italo and Stefania had started the dinner chatting lovingly, like two good friends, apparently forgetting the last diplomatic accident. In the meantime they ate and the time passed. More and more flushed, also because Barbie and I turned on the heating to the maximum, they had starte
