Throughout the week that followed, B. n'eu constantly provoke me. Bewitching smiles, winks supported, place reserved for him at the self, discussion of Parisian swingers clubs (While we were surrounded by a dozen colleagues stunned by such audacity). I suddenly became the object of his attentions, which, I admit, got me (and still gives me ...) a certain pleasure. Of course, this little game did not pass unnoticed, and frankly the noise swelled in the teaching community. My association with B. seemed proved, after all, why deny? The mother of A. itself, worried about my fate, came to get me to my locker to put me on guard against this dredge undisguised. For his part
E. still with us but seemed to have abandoned the idea of seducing this charming colleague, confirming my win.
My life was too quiet in a few days, plunged into a certain buzz and I savored those moments.
This weekend a new release film was organized to provide a second chance for the previous week quitters. They all marched to the last moment and when I arrived at Charlie Birdy is in solitary B., sitting in a big brown leather sofa, sipped his mojito. This evening we would head to head and then I could move my pawns in peace. Or so I imagined ... Kneeling
cons knees, staring into the eyes, we discussed it more than an hour. I learned a lot about his person: his rapid emancipation, his wanderings around the globe, the medium jet-set which she comes, her divorce, her daughter ... We made them more acquainted and losqu'elle emit the idea to cancel the film to stay at Charlie Birdy I approved 100% ... She then explained that she worked with a few friends in the neighborhood and suggested that I contact them to run a little evening. Frankly I found the idea interesting (seriously) and gave him the green light.
The three friends arrived at the dropper. First, the wife of his best friend, then that she had designated before coming under the term "dude" and then his best friend. By a curious coincidence the "dude" in question, S., had been my colleague in another facility 7 years ago (when I began). In their presence
everything went pretty well and I guess we were both display a certain complicity. The first warning came when we got up for dinner. B. passed near me and whispered in his ear a warning surprising
"Avoid talking about the movie last week, S. was rather bad mood right now."
Curious ... very curious. A table
atmosphere was friendly. B., seated beside me, kept me highlight the eyes of his friends and asked regularly hand on my thigh to emphasize any point. I felt pretty comfortable, which is rare enough to be stressed.
is more than an hour after the start of the meal that the sky literally fell on my head. For I know not why I was led to examine S. at his place of residence (we were talking about transportation time it seems to me). My companion seemed really troubled by my question. He remained silent for a moment and broke the silence with a terse "How?" Around the table everyone was silent and I felt the eyes shine on me. It is in this kind of situation that the term "weight of an eye" makes sense. For his part S. I continued to stare. Why such a reaction? What word, what phrase I had just forbidden to pronounce? Why should I run a black eye if a query innocuous? While I was resting my question, if there have been disagreements, S. responded by making a small gesture that I made a few seconds to decrypt. He raised his hand and waved his fingers in front of my nose.
Main fingers alliance ... Alliance? He then appointed B. and said "We live together" while continuing to shake his hand "We've been married 6 years. "Then I was the victim of an explosion synaptic conjugated to a true liquefaction of the spinal cord. The reality was to have fun in the face like mine on the nose of an Iraqi child .... The individual facing me, in my mind designated by the word "dude" (pronounced B. had me talking to him before his arrival ... that I'm sure) was the husband of one who had stopped caress me regularly thigh under the table during the evening ... even though her husband was facing me! She told me about a divorce ... but not remarriage!
After I regained my senses declared simply as B. had not yet told his whole life and I only knew bits and pieces. At dinner, someone revived the conversation on another subject and the storm passed. During all this time had lasted exchange embarrassing B. had ceased to contemplate the dish of noodles in front of him. I had only one desire, to go home, lie down and forget this story.
The rest of the evening went on as if nothing was cheerful and resumed his duties. We finished dinner and réglâmes addition. On leaving the pub the group disbanded. B. best friend, his girlfriend and S. from one side while B. and myself set off ours. In his car, while I was driving was parked at the school where my twingo, B. asked me not to discuss his marital status to other colleagues, his relationship with S. these days is rather conflicting. Curiously, despite the painful episode that I had lived at the table I wanted to do him absolutely not.
The evening did not change our relationship. S. was never mentioned, we phoning regularly after school (I received a phone call while writing this mail) and in high school we are always very close as shown in the following posts.
soon ... and thank you for your comments.
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