“Blame it on the heat, but I put it on shameless flirting”
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The rising mercury and a nice sun on your head: nothing more delicious than a summer flirt, even if it is still so fleeting.
Giulia (44) is married and mother of two children (9 and 6).
“Since I was diagnosed with lupus, my life has changed a lot. After years of ailing, I suddenly turned out to be chronically ill three years ago. I see clinicians more often than I do my own children, so when I first went on a prednisone drip two summers ago, I was thrilled to have a break.
Fluttering to the hospital
His name was Benno, a day care nurse who liked to smoke outside during his shift. That’s how we got talking. Me on the bench, he next to it for a quick cigarette. Soon we met several times a day, also in the periods that followed. Then we joked, increasingly sexually oriented. He knew I was married, I knew about his dating life. Still, the flirtation made my hospital visits much brighter.
“The flirtation made my hospital visits much brighter”
When my husband and children sometimes offer to come with me to an examination, I wisely decline; Benno and I invariably see each other when I walk into his working environment again. We never exchanged phone numbers, that would mean a sliding scale. That he makes my medical days bright is more than enough. Will the sparks fly afterwards with my own guy.”
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Come on in, naked painter
Blanca (30) lives together and is the mother of a son (2).
“Looking is allowed, touching is not. So I didn’t feel a second of guilt towards my friend when I offered our house painter Jamie, who had been plodding in the hot sun for days, a beer during my son’s nap. On the last day of the job he gratefully accepted and sank into his bare bark on the lounge sofa in our garden. It was out before I knew it: “I’ll join you.”
Blame it on the heat, but with a bottle of 0.0 in my hand, I shamelessly flirted. Jamie could laugh about it. “If all my clients were this beautiful, I would be a blessed man,” he winked. To which he kissed my forehead lightly, thanked me for the job and the next day delivered a peppery invoice for his work done. That’s what you get for it, I chuckled to myself, and transferred the amount that same day.”
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