I woke up quick. Sun burnt, my outstretched belly protruding like a large tomato. It'll be so fucking hard to get dressed now. Jesus. Just contemplating it was making me quiver in pain. But, nevertheless, I had to get dressed and go to town - business to be done. Staring into the sea had made me think of something, a little something I have wanted ever since I was a boy. So, why not go and get it now?
Elapsed time: 40 Minutes. The longest 'getting dressed' session I have ever been a part of, that and rubbing the lotion into my body had made me tired. I wasn't sure why, it wasn't strenuous? I put it down to old age - The common denominator for most problems when your as grey-haired and stubborn as me. I returned back to the balcony, collecting my unfinished lemonade and sucking its remains through the straw, yummy. Homemade was ALWAYS the best. Depositing the glass into the over-piled sink I entered the bedroom, unlocked my jewellery box, and adorned by favourite pair of cufflinks - coupled with a seven thousand dollar watch and bracelet. Next on the agenda, pick-up Mr.Luger. Hidden in a mass of spare bed sheets a small plastic-handled box sat, a beautiful Mark II Luger handgun perched inside. Loaded? Yes. Eleven .22's awaited the trigger's beckoned call. Fixing the Luger in my leather jacket, the familiar hum of a car engine reached my ears - followed by a horn's beep. Eduardo and Raffaelo had phoned ahead, they were here to pick me up.
I locked the front door with my house keys as I exited, the mass of vegetation shadowing me from the punishing Palermo sun. Quickly hopping into Ed's new American import Lexus, we sped off hill bound - to town, to the port, to the marina.
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