Yep, and I send it. My fingers are shaking, I’m so desperate to see his answer.
Eliano does not reply for several long minutes, and I chew on my fingers with nerves.
Then he writes:
"The ferry arrives in two days."
Fuck. What do I reply? I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. I react to his message with nothing but a thumbs-up.
Ha! Let him know that I approve, but without jumping up and down.
At the same time, I actually do jump up and down like a madman, squeaking like a complete idiot.
Eventually I collapse onto the couch.
That is it. I just stare at the screen, hardly believing what just happened.
Did that strange conversation really bring Eliano back here?
One thing is certain. I have no idea why I feel this way, but I feel insanely happy.
In-sa-ne-ly!
PART TWO
SALT
Two days later, the moment arrives. Eliano is coming back.
I know the ferry docks at seven o’clock in the morning. I wake up at five.
I take a long bath and spend twenty minutes shaving my groin, then choosing my clothes, something that clearly says,fuck me as fast as you can. A thin top with loose straps, the kind where, if I lean forward, my nipples are visible from the side. Leggings so tight you could practically estimate the size of my balls.
Of course, I spent the night with an expandable dildo inside me, yes, to make things faster and more enjoyable.
I feel high. Seriously, what is happening to me? I’m getting turned on like a teenager.
Where’s my anger now? My hurt, my grudge? Hidden, taking a break.
I know I cannot show up at the ferry port. The damn ankle monitor will not allow it. So I wait. I station myself by the window, staring at the promenade, constantly glancing at my laptop screen, which I have turned toward myself with a huge digital clock filling it.
7:10. I press my forehead against the glass.
7:15. 7:20.
Where the hell is he? What is holding him up? Did he have to report to the warden? Is that possible?
7:30. I am already giving up. They must have taken him to the warden for a talk. After all, he is coming back after twenty-five days.
Suddenly, movement.
A lone figure is walking from the direction of the cafeteria building.
My heart goes insane, pounding so hard I can barely hear my thoughts.
Tall. Alone. Relaxed stride. Broad shoulders. A backpack slung over one shoulder.
Oh fuck. That is him.
