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Next morning, first thing, I checked my supplies of condoms and found them far too low, in the light of the forthcoming meetings with Lucy. Well, Pam in Rome and the two hot lesbians in Faak were somehow extra-curricular and were not planned beforehand. So I set out to get some more. Found a supermarket with a family planning shelf, zillions of condoms in all shapes and tastes, but not any of extra large size. The medium size just won't do for me. Tear too easily if I really get going. I asked the shelfkeeper for the extra large size. She gave me a strange look, mustered my nose somehow curiously, murmured something and retreated to get somebody who looked important. He was awfully sorry, but they didn't have the required size on stock, but I might try the pharmacy around the corner. Which I did. Lots of lady clients there. I waited my turn and then politely explained to the lady behind the desk what I wanted. Again a curious look at my nose, then she said "bitte einen Moment" and went to fetch the manager in charge of the extra large condom division, or so it seemed. He listened carefully to what I had to say, then asked me over to a quiet corner and explained that they had only the ordinary sizes on stock, but he could order the required ones and I could pick them up tonight. So I asked him to order two dozens, no, make it three, please, and left him my phone number in case there were problems....what would I do when on my return at night they would not have them??
This important matter settled, I drove the car to Linz to meet my old friends whith whom I was going to tackle a new project. We have known each other for a number of years, did a number of projects together, and, as it goes, had joint memories of lighter events in life, like booze and lose women all over the world. Except in islamic countries, of course.
So the rest of the morning was spent chatting about the old days, then I took them for lunch at their favorite Italian restaurant, which took three hours and cost me a small fortune. The wine I could not drink due to the need to drive back to Vienna easily went down their throats, so nothing was wasted.
Finally talked about business when we got back to their office. Looks like I got some serious competition from a guy who tries to sell them the same kind of products from the Ukraine. Tried my best to convince them that business trips to today's China are much more rewarding than to that dreary U. and that Chinese girls with their nice tight pussies are much better to fuck. You need to emphasise the important features if you want to be a successful trader.
Looks like I'll have to invest a lot yet to convince them.
Drove back to Vienna breaking all speed limits in order to make it in time to the pharmacy before it closed at 6 p.m. Got there in time, picked up my condoms, went to my hotel to take a shower and brush my teeth, shave my dick and balls (Lucy likes my dick and balls shaved), found a suit not too badly wrinkled (Lucy likes me elegant looking), left and found a flower shop to buy a bouquet of long stem roses (Lucy likes long-stem roses), bought a bottle of fine Burgundy wine (Lucy likes Burgundy wine), and drove to the 18th district where Lucy has her appartment. Going there, I had elaborate fantasies about what the two of us would be doing shortly, so by the time I got there I had a rather decent hardon. (Lucy likes.....well, you know.....)
(to be continued)