Alena and Alice
The following week, when Alena was supposed to be at her mother’s, she moved a significant part of her clothes to her father’s. Her mother welcomed this, because she and Petr had decided to completely rearrange the layout of their old, but quite large, two-room apartment. They decided to add a small room, make the two others a little smaller, and remodel the kitchen and bathroom. Alena was looking forward to being at her father’s, even though her commute to school had become longer. She found herself occasionally trying to conjure up a similar scene in her fantasies to the one she had seen in the bathroom a few nights ago. From that moment on, she dreamed more and more often about what it would be like if… Before going to bed, she sometimes tried to play with herself for a moment, imagining that one or the other Ivan was touching her.
The day before she surprisingly brought a suitcase with a significant part of her outerwear to her father, Ivan got on the bus. A pretty blonde was standing at the door. She didn’t look even forty, but he knew that appearances could be deceiving. He was surprised that she was looking at him. He knew that he had definitely met her somewhere before, but she helped him out herself: “Hello, Ivan, don’t you recognize me?”
“Is that really you, Alenko? You look completely different with that blonde hair!”
“Yeah, and it’s been more than twenty years. I’m an old woman now, but you still look the same. Almost. I recognized you right away.”
“No no, you look incredible! Amazing, you’re just completely different.”
They discovered that they had the same path. “I’ve only been living here for three weeks. I got divorced a year ago, but I was living in a rented small two-room apartment a short distance from the center, basically just for utilities and stuff. I just bought a 3 + KK apartment here in the housing estate. I’m in charge of the boy because he and my ex didn’t get along, but he contributed to the apartment, it wasn’t a problem for him. The boy is about to graduate now.”
They got off the bus together.
” I’m also divorced, my daughter will also graduate and will now mostly live with me. She goes to the same school we used to go to,” he smiled at her. She looked wonderful. “My ex is getting a new family in her old age, so the rotation is changing. Alas, she will be with me more now.”
“Your daughter is Alena?”
“After you,” he laughed. “My ex is from Brno, where I moved with my dad at the time. She never knew anything about you. She liked the name Alena too.”
” We have Ivan,” she laughed and looked at him with a little nostalgia. “I have to run now, I’m making dinner for him, but we have to meet next week and you can tell me why you disappeared that time and what you’ve been doing for the past twenty years.”
“I’ll be very happy!”
They quickly exchanged phones and Alena disappeared through the door of the neighboring house.
Ivan took a step, ran up three floors and looked out the window impatiently. He waited for a while in almost complete darkness. He used binoculars, which he had bought some time ago for mountain trips, and it paid off. He was sure that Alena was the blonde he had recently seen hugging the young man. She appeared in his field of vision in her home leggings and a T-shirt. The binoculars showed that her breasts were still wonderfully attractive to any man. In a close-up, he appreciated that she was definitely not wearing a bra.
She was doing something in the kitchen and then it was clear that she had called someone inside the apartment. The young man he had seen before emerged. They talked for a while, then he hugged Alena from behind around the waist, kissed her neck and stroked her ass. She briefly half-turned towards him, he kissed her on the lips, caressed her breast for a moment completely shamelessly and disappeared. She called out something behind him with a laugh. A good pair of binoculars revealed that a nicely enlarged nipple remained under the tight-fitting T-shirt.
Ivan hid his binoculars, took off his jacket and shoes, turned on the light, and poured himself a large shot of Metaxa from the decanter into the cut glass he kept on his table.
“Well, then! Ála is still an incredible hottie, first of all. She’s divorced, so she might be single, second of all. She was the best girl in my life, at least in her senior year of high school, third of all, but watch out! She’s obviously really into that guy, which is probably her Ivan. They wouldn’t kiss like two teenagers and she wouldn’t let him touch her. No one would have thought that up. But she liked seeing me, that was clear. We’ll see what happens next week. A dinner could make that happen. And we’ll see what my Ála says about it,” he slowly sipped his Metaxa and wondered what he would do with it. Images of Alena one and Alena two began to race through his head. Both images were wonderful. He didn’t turn on the TV. To calm himself down, he found a Chopin nocturne to accompany his book. His favorite recording was Ivan Moravec’s, which he thought was better than Rubinstein’s. It went out at ten, which was unusual for it.
His pet Alice arrived the next day, panting from lugging a large suitcase full of her belongings, but very excited. She hadn’t even started unpacking her things when she was already announcing the news: “Dad, you just won’t believe this. Do you know what happened?”
“How could I possibly know? Tell me!”
“When I was riding the bus, the boy from school I like got on the same bus. Remember how I told you about him? He supposedly lives in the house opposite and helped me carry my suitcase all the way here. He supposedly moved in with his mom sometime ago, they used to live somewhere near the center, but I’ve never met him there. He’s really cool, and he’s been meaning to invite me out for coffee, to the movies, or something for a while now. He says it’ll be whenever I want and where the girls are invited. Can you imagine? He says it’ll be sometime next week. I gave him my phone number and he gave me his. Isn’t it great? And he’s going skiing with his mom to Pec on Friday afternoons. They have an apartment there. His dad is a rich guy, but he’s also a crazy asshole, so he and his mom eventually divorced after a few years of arguments. He managed to tell me all that.”
” Alí, sit down here,” Ivan poured her a shot of Metaxa and poured himself one too. She watched him in amazement. “If you’re a news person, so am I. Imagine that yesterday I met a girl on the bus who I went to in my fourth year of high school, the same one you’re going to now. I would have continued going to her, but your grandparents also divorced, your dad moved to Brno with me, and your mom stayed here to live with some guy. We sometimes go to their place together. I guess I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“And what happened next? What does she look like? Is she married?”
“She looks wonderful, Alí, and she’s divorced.”
“Oh great! Did you go on a date with her?”
“Sometime next week. She’s blonde now, she used to be brunette, that’s why I didn’t recognize her.”
“Well then! You wouldn’t make that up. The world is small sometimes, right?”
“But that’s not all. She lives across the street, in the apartment I watched you catch me in last time. She lives there with her son. His name is Ivan. I saw them again yesterday and they were kissing again, he caressed her ass and breasts and she really liked it. She was in those elastics and a T-shirt without a bra. The last time we had our experience here together, he ran his hand under her T-shirt and they kissed like two teenagers. In short, they’re incestuous together, I’ll take poison for that, but she left the invitation on a date right away and Ivan is inviting you again. Isn’t that good?” he raised the glass with the heavy bottom and held it out towards Alena.
She stared at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open, but then something occurred to her. She took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and then asked, “Dad, do you mind if she has sex with her son?” she looked at him searchingly.
“Well, to be honest, it surprised me. I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday, and I’ve already had two shots,” he took another sip.
“And what did you come up with?” she winked at him and took another sip of Greek brandy. At that moment, the most important thing for her was to know his opinion. She couldn’t believe that such a wonderful boy in her eyes would have sex with his mother.
” I don’t care, Ali. But I’ll see what she says next week. You know I’ll ask her about it. Do you mind that your idol is kind of crazy? Or is he just unconventional?”
“I don’t know yet, Dad,” she finished her drink and asked, “Can I have another one?”
“Today is a good day for that. We both have a pretty good reason,” he laughed and poured another horse dose into both glasses.
” Well, that’s right. I can’t believe it. You really don’t mind incest?” she asked cautiously.
“I’ve never encountered that, so I haven’t had to deal with it. To be honest, it hasn’t even occurred to me yet. Yesterday, when I saw them there, I just thought that everything is possible these days. There are so many divorced marriages, children live with their parents, even though they are already adults. Normal young people don’t save up for an apartment in the city. Then I kind of decided that if a guy is twenty or thirty and lives with his mother, for example, then they both need sex and it’s just a matter of whether they dare to agree on it. Of course, the opposite is probably true if a young lady like that stays with her father for some reason. But it’s more complicated there, because when the alarm clock goes off at around thirty, she’ll have to decide who she’ll choose as the father of her children and where they’ll live. If she lives with her mother, then her husband will have to live with his mother-in-law, if he lives with his father, then he might have a hard time taking it that he some guy moves in there and that his comfort will be there. If they have a two-room apartment, only saints would last until the end of their lives, but even three rooms are no guarantee. That would be open to endless debate. In short, I’ve come to the conclusion that sex between parents and their teenage or adult offspring is probably more common these days than it used to be. So maybe?”
“I didn’t think about that at all. But what if you and your Alena get together and she continues with her Ivan?”
“I don’t know, but maybe they’d stop. And what if you got together with your Ivan? Would it bother you that up until now he’s only had sex with his mom? And what if he continues to do that?”
“I really don’t know, Dad,” she looked at him dejectedly, her shoulders drooping.
” Well, we’ve made it, haven’t we?” Ivan drank a substantial portion of his third Metaxa. He felt a pleasant warmth spreading through his veins and that he was happy for Alca’s company. “Me with such a nice woman and you, perhaps, with such a nice guy. I shouldn’t say it, but I’ll admit that I went to bed early last night and had an erotic dream,” he thought, teetering on the edge, but the alcohol gave him courage.
“Like with this Alena?” Ála smiled, also drank some of the Greek goodness and tried to continue provoking: “Or only half again, like the one when we met in the bathroom?”
“Well, a little half. I’ve worked it out, haven’t I?”
“Did you have to go to the bathroom again?” she poked him, even though she knew she was going too far.
“That was extraordinary, normally I can make do with a tissue. That happens.”
He wondered if he was overdoing it with his honesty towards his daughter, but the car was off the brakes and he was starting to enjoy the ride. “Don’t you have any erotic fantasies or dreams? Maybe with this Ivanek?”
“That’s a question, Dad!” she looked at him reproachfully.
“I didn’t start it, but it’s clear to me that if you’re asking me, you probably have those fantasies too, right? I just hope it’s not half-hearted.”
“Oh, so you can have them half-heartedly and I can’t?” she looked slightly offended, but then visibly perked up: “Do you know what just occurred to me?” she finished the rest of her glass.
He watched in disbelief, because it was already the second large glass: “So it must be something that you’ve reached the Metaxa.”
“Well, yeah! Look, Dad, if we have those ideas or dreams so half-heartedly, then if they came true, we wouldn’t have to mind their problem. That would solve itself. We wouldn’t have anything to complain about!” The idea itself almost shocked her, and even more so that she was able to pour it out of herself like that. She admitted that the alcohol she drank wasn’t completely guilt-free. She knew that it was complete nonsense and that it wouldn’t go away, but she wanted Dad to know that she could think about completely crazy things.
He stared at her for a moment. It took him a while to formulate an answer, even though he knew that no matter how he answered, it would be wrong. He also finished his glass and, in amazement, tried to buy time by attempting a vague question to which he didn’t even expect an answer: “Do you seriously think that if the two of us had sex, we wouldn’t be able to blame those two?”
As soon as it left his mouth, it occurred to him that this wasn’t a vague question by any means.
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching for something in the corner of the room, but finally answered uncertainly: “I know it’s unrealistic, but it would be true. Or could we blame them for their sex anyway?”
“Oh, so you’re a number. You want to clear your conscience with this? I’d have to drink this whole bottle of Metaxa myself,” he felt that with that answer he hadn’t completely killed her crazy idea. But the worst thing by far was that the idea began to not only excite him, but also outright interest him.
Alena immediately reacted accordingly. She poured another portion from the carafe into their glasses, quickly sipped from hers, and countered with amusement: “But if I drank the bottle, you wouldn’t have to, because I would be completely uninhibited, but I would also get drunk, and I don’t want that, because I wouldn’t get anything out of it and I might not even remember it. It’s much better this way. What do you think?”
“Alí, do you want to be a merman like the two of us across the street? Let’s go make something to eat.”
She stood up with the glass and moved to Ivan’s lap: “Let’s finish this first,” she winked at him, put her free arm around his shoulders and continued: “Maybe it would be nice and they could do whatever they want. Or not?” The close proximity of the man’s body excited her so much that her voice trembled. He didn’t miss it.
“Hey, don’t be crazy! The idea excites you, doesn’t it?” he looked into her eyes searchingly. He was afraid that he would start to get dizzy from all this and that Alena would notice.
” Yeah, you’re right, I’m crazy and it probably turns me on. Maybe then we wouldn’t have to have those crazy dreams anymore,” she looked at him so that he knew he was serious. What had been a provocative game a moment ago was starting to turn into a strange reality with the desired result within reach. An hour ago she hadn’t even imagined that she could even talk about something like that and suddenly something inside her wanted to pull the whole idea off. She felt that it wasn’t without a chance.
“Don’t tell me that you really have dreams about us,” he knew that they did, if she admitted it. He had dreams too, and they were damn nice and erotic.
“You do too, and probably also terribly sexy, since we met in the bathroom last night because of them.”
“Oh, you’d better stop it. Let’s go make dinner,” he felt that exactly what he didn’t want was starting to happen. The neglected instrument had begun to come to life at the worst possible moment. He could see that she felt it. The expression on her face changed slightly.
” Ah!” she looked at him triumphantly. “You’re such a hypocrite! Look what’s started to push me here!” she knew that the Metaxas were definitely to blame for this, but she drank a little more, quickly moved and looked at his lap.
“Okay, so he woke me up, but now I’m going to make dinner and you can imagine what you want here,” he carefully pushed her off his lap and got up from the chair.
“Maybe I’ll tell you then,” she giggled.
Half an hour later, he had chicken livers and rice ready. He cooked excellently. Alena assisted him in the final stages of preparation. She moved the contents of her suitcase into the closet and, influenced by the previous debate, put on a T-shirt and home-made leggings. He didn’t comment on the obvious fact that she had nothing underneath. It was clear that she had decided to continue the provocation. He didn’t want to, but every now and then he glanced out of the corner of his eye at her small breasts with protruding nipples nicely encased in a T-shirt. He also liked her perfectly shaped ass. He didn’t dare look directly at her lap. When they sat down to dinner, he couldn’t forgive himself for the criticism: “Alcho, explain to me why you’re trying to provoke me like this?”
“Because I’m not as hypocritical as you,” she snapped back at him with a bit of feigned indignation.
“Ah, so if I’m smart, I’m a hypocrite?”
“What’s the point in this case? Not doing something that you’re probably attracted to, when the debate would normally have excited you before?” she looked at him directly, with a slightly contemptuous tone and a carefully measured dose of contempt.
“Do you think it’s hypocritical that I wish that the two of us wouldn’t get into trouble?” he replied sourly.
“What problem do you have in mind, Dad? Based on what I know about the two of us, I don’t see any problem,” she continued to attack, because she had already made up her mind that she would follow through with her idea no matter what. “The problem I see is that you start dating your Alena and I start dating my Ivan and they cheat on us together and we pretend we don’t know about it, because if we tell them we know, they’ll deny it and break up with us. Or would we not mind? I guess I do, I’d call you and you should also stop dating your Alena.”
She was satisfied with that argument, but added, “We can also cancel our dates that we had tentatively arranged with them.” She forced a sweet smile onto her lips. She could see the hesitation in his expression, but at that moment she decided not to press him any further. “So, Dad, I have to learn how to cook this. You make it so delicious,” she complimented him, this time with the most sincere smile.
He was pleased with the compliment. He knew this recipe was excellent. “I’ll just put away the dishes and then we can relax,” he smiled at her. He hoped that the delicate subject had been closed by letting her have the last word. But that wasn’t entirely true.
She helped him with the dishes, but she took a book to watch TV. She was determined to put herself under psychological pressure and was having a lot of fun with it. She believed that she would achieve her goal tonight. She pulled up her leggings and sat on the sofa so that he could clearly see that they were nicely squeezed into the groove of her pussy. She was sure that he couldn’t help but notice it. She was excited that she could be such a monster, but she definitely wanted to go on a date with her idol and didn’t want to pretend that she didn’t know anything about his sin. With her eyes open, she imagined how it could all turn out. The T-shirt made her enlarged nipples stand out wonderfully.
Ivan didn’t want to continue some heated debate right away, so he went to take a shower all day. Like her, he felt like he had four honest shots of Metaxa in him.
It took him a long time, but when he came out of the bathroom, Alena had adjusted her position by the book in an instant. The first thing that caught his eye were the leggings, under which the groove of her pussy was clearly visible. She registered it with pleasure. He didn’t want to stare, but he felt like he even saw a wet spot in the groove. His second glance stopped at the T-shirt that exactly copied the details of her breasts. Against his will, he admitted to himself that he liked the absence of underwear under her clothes.
Smiling, she waited a long time before he could look her in the eye. With an innocent expression, she asked: “What would you like to watch on TV tonight? I was watching and there’s nothing much on there,” she handed him the remote control.
He had to walk over to her. His gaze couldn’t help but drift to the hidden, but so charming temptations. The result came spontaneously and almost immediately. Under the thin home sweatpants, his best friend began to grow noticeably larger.
” Dad, now tell me how I should explain this,” she smiled at him and pointed the remote control at the sweatpants.
“And how am I supposed to explain this and this,” he pointed to her lap and breasts perfectly outlined under the tight clothing. He stood right in front of her. He couldn’t help but fidget and keep getting bigger. He knew what his beloved Alenka was getting at, but he couldn’t find the strength to shout: “Enough! Enough.”
” Come here, Dad, sit here and tell me now if you want to play dead in front of Alena, stick your head in the sand and pretend you don’t know anything about her and her Ivan,” she looked at him seriously.
He sat down next to her: “That’s definitely not possible, Alí, you’re right.”
“So you want to break up with her before you’ve even met her?” she stroked his cheek with a soft, sad smile.
“I probably wouldn’t want that. You probably wouldn’t want that with your Ivan either, right?”
“You know you don’t, Dad,” she stood up, pulled him closer by his T-shirt and kissed him lightly on the lips. He could now feel the touch of her breast. He was acutely aware of the hard tip of her nipple touching his chest. “Do you have any other solution than for us to have it like them?” she asked him.
” Can you imagine it? To be like them?” he asked to be sure, although the provocative clothes indicated that he probably could.
“Have you already forgotten what you dreamed and what I dreamed?”
“You can’t forget it, Ali,” he stroked her cheek and kissed her back. They both knew that she had achieved her goal. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her: “I love you very much and I want you very much. You already know that.”
“You’re so crazy, Ála,” he whispered and began to kiss her. He placed his palm a little embarrassedly on her breast and squeezed it. He felt his tip harden beautifully. In return, she squeezed the pole that made a solid tent out of her shorts. He played with her breast for a while longer, but then his hand began to slide more confidently down to her lap. Under the thin fabric of her leggings, he could feel both the groove of her pussy and the thicket of her hair. She began to sigh softly. She slid her hand into her father’s sweatpants. She savored the size and heat of his hard dick. She opened her eyes: “Let’s go to the side, there’s not much room here,” she whispered.
He immediately stood up, helped her up too, but then stopped her: “If you’re already there, wait!” He knelt down in front of her and slowly began to pull down her leggings. He stared in fascination at the gradually appearing dark triangle of abundant hair. He pulled the leggings down a little lower. The upper part of the slit appeared. He couldn’t resist the temptation and pressed his lips to it. He looked up: “Do you know how terrible we are? Do you know what we’re doing?” he asked quietly.
“You know, right, but I should probably shave it. It’s not worn like that these days. What do you think?” she asked in a slightly shaky voice.
“Don’t do it now, but I could help you with it sometime,” he laughed. He felt the tension disappear and he was just looking forward to the time when they were both naked in his bed and hugging each other passionately.
He slowly pulled her leggings down to her ankles and held them so she could step out. He pulled her smooth ass towards him again for a moment and pressed another kiss to her lap, trying to get at least a bit of his tongue inside. She laughed with pleasure: “Wait, you better close the blinds so someone else doesn’t look at us again.”
He obeyed and immediately took off his sweatpants, shorts and T-shirt himself. He eagerly watched her pull hers over her head. She saw it and smiled at him. She enjoyed her father’s now shameless gaze and at the same time returned it in kind. She realized that she was not only physically attracted to the proudly protruding massive penis, but also to the entire naked, athletic figure of the mature man standing in front of her.
She threw her T-shirt on the chair and hugged him around the neck. She rubbed her black lap against his big, hard cock. They kissed for a while, he caressed her breasts and enjoyed the warm palm that caressed his erection. He ran his fingers between the petals of her pussy, and when he felt that she did not resist, he penetrated further. She was already pleasantly wet. He felt her pulling his member towards him and hot breath coming out of her parted lips. He withdrew his hand and pushed his member between her thighs. He began to drive it back and forth between her moist lips. She moved in the same rhythm against him: “God, this is crazy, Dad. This is what I imagined.”
” I imagined much more, Ali,” he whispered in a strangled voice. They both leaned back a little and felt his beautiful instrument slide deep into his equally beautiful well without the slightest resistance. “This too, and many other things,” he added. His gaze was absorbed in her eager eyes.
“Then come next door and we’ll try out all your fantasies.”
“But we can’t forget yours, Alenka.”
But by then they were both crawling into bed.
” You’ll have to buy a bigger bed if you’re bringing your other Alena here,” she laughed as she lay on it. She spread her knees far apart and reached out to him.
“There’s still time for that. First, just like this,” he knelt in front of her and began to kiss her all over her hairy pussy. She watched her father’s actions with a happy expression on her face.
“Your hair is completely stuck down here,” he smiled at her and gently parted it.
“I’ll have to shave it down there at least and make it smaller up here,” she giggled quietly.
“It shines beautifully,” he praised her quietly and slowly ran his tongue around her clitoris. He liked her loud sighs. With the interplay of lips, tongue and fingers, he massaged the entire outer area of her pussy. Involuntarily, she pulled his head closer to her with one hand and pressed her clitoris with her index finger with the other. He accelerated and began to lick her pussy along its entire length. Finally, he focused again on her clitoris, from which he uncompromisingly pushed her fingers away with his tongue, and with two fingers tucked inside he teased the place where her clitoris should be. The effect came immediately. She stiffened in a fit of uncontrollable spasms. He moved to her breasts in a flash. He sucked them alternately, but let the air flow around them and circled his tongue around her erect nipples. His reward was quiet screams. But then she pushed him away: “Dad, not anymore, he’s crazy, they’re terribly sensitive.”
He moved back to her lap in a flash. A few touches of his tongue were enough and the room was filled with the girl’s inarticulate screams. She covered her irritated pussy with her palm. He gently kissed her thighs everywhere he could reach around his hand. Her breathing quickened again. He slowed down and with only slight pressure pushed her palm aside. The sight of the pink slit excited him. With each touch of his tongue on her clitoris, she flinched and whimpered like a puppy.
He didn’t want to torment her anymore. He moved over her and let his cock slowly slide deep into her hot womb. He was drawn to her eyes, which opened wide, and their gaze locked with his: “God, this is amazing, Dad! It’s so beautiful. But I didn’t imagine it like this at all. It’s much nicer!” Her face shone with happiness.
She hugged him and started kissing him. He stayed deep inside her and their pelvises circled together gently for a while. She rested her feet on his calves and slowly pushed against the hard pole, as if they had done it together for the hundredth time. She started to moan loudly again. He leaned over her and accelerated his thrusts. His daughter crossed her legs behind his back and herself guided him to an even higher frequency. He pounded on her like a deaf man against a door, he felt both wedges hitting each other, how sweat was pouring down his face and Alca’s hands sliding down his wet back. Immediately, she dug her nails into his skin and froze in another orgasmic spasm.
He waited for the wave to pass her, but he did not stop enjoying the slow, deep penetrations into the soaked shell this time.
“So, Dad, that was crazy,” she gasped in amazement, but Ivan was already caressing her significantly enlarged clitoris with his tongue, now clearly visible among the thicket of glued hairs. He knew that it would be quick again, and it was.
” God, enough! I can’t do it anymore,” she begged him, almost tearfully.
“Just a moment. Should I stop now?”
“Yes, please, I really can’t do it anymore,” her face was now completely red and sweaty from the effort and excitement she had experienced.
“Are you taking the pills, Ali?”
“Not now, but come on, you can, don’t worry, it’s okay, but please, hurry up, I really can’t do it anymore,” she looked at him pleadingly.
He knew he should finish quickly, so he picked up the pace again. It only lasted a minute, and then he carefully folded himself into her arms.
When they both caught their breath, he couldn’t help but remark: “Do you think, Ali, that we’ll have a clear conscience in front of those two now?”
“I certainly do, but it was something so incredible that I don’t even know if I’ll ever want to go on another date. And it’s your fault,” she laughed and snuggled up to him.
“It was so wonderful because it was you, you know? That we would cancel our dates?”
“You would? Really? Dad! We would be doing this together for nothing!” then she thought about what she had said: “That’s nonsense! It was wonderful, so it wasn’t useless and I want it to last.”
“Well, you see, I wish I had too, now that we’ve started. You know, I suddenly understand them? If they’ve experienced something as perfect as we have, they’ll keep going as long as they can.”
” I hope so too,” she laughed.
“But we’re going on a date, aren’t we?”
“We’re going on a date! But watch out, Dad, they’re going to Pec on Friday to ski, his dad has an apartment there that he’s probably rented for a long time, and Ivan definitely goes there with his mother at least once a month, by agreement with him. What if we went there too and surprised them? At least we’d all get to know each other. I know exactly where they have it. That apartment. I’ve already looked at what it looks like there and the location is there. It even has a swimming pool or maybe a wellness area, but it’s quite expensive, it would cost about ten, plus a permit and food, so at least fifteen.”
” So, Álo, are you serious?
” “Absolutely, some kind of introduction, Dad, but it’s a lot of money, so we’d better solve it some other way. We certainly don’t have to live in that overpriced aparthotel, after all, you arranged the Dolomites for us again at the end of February.”
“You’d like to surprise him, wouldn’t you? Or do you want to see how he’s doing with Mom?”
She gave him a disarming, pleading look: “A lot of both.”
“I’ll look into it tomorrow. I promise, but I’m going to the bathroom now.”
“Can I come with you?”
He smiled lovingly at her: “But there won’t be anything else today!”
“I wouldn’t want to. It was such a beauty. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.”
