Billie Bob Jones
Dito and I had spent our first full day in Italy in bed. By in bed I did not mean lazing around but venturing each other's bodies until I said enough because I wanted to explore his estate, which was great but by the second day I wanted to explore more of Florence. What was the point of travelling across seas to be locked up in a fancy house all day?
Yes I could admire his mansion the entire day but I ain't no architect so it would benefit me very little. The marble was pretty and all but I grew up with wooden walls and if I was lucky I spent most of my time camping outdoors until I got a bad sunburn.
A house meant very little to me.
"Then why don't we just book a hotel room since you want to spend more time in the city?" he looked at me from the doorway of the closet as I got dressed in denim jeans, a chequered red short sleeved button up shirt, black boots; this time with no spurs, my championship belt and black hat with a white feather.
