The Bad Mom

“A man has been calling here all morning trying to locate you,” she said in a frustration as she handed me a name and phone number. It was Momo, Paulo’s brother who I had met in Rimini. Paulo and I had our moment on the catamaran, however when his brother came into town for a visit, he and I had a better connection because he spoke very good English. We were given a weekend pass to leave the estate. Momo was calling to invite me to Pisa, where he lived. Momo picked me up on his Vespa from the train station. We went for a spin around town, toured the leaning tower followed by a gourmet dinner. Momo’s roommate was the chef of this five -star restaurant where they had prearranged a menu. I didn’t order anything; food just kept coming to me. We went back to his apartment and Momo insisted on giving me a foot massage. He must have really liked me because my feet stank! He leaned over and kissed me.

“I’ve been with your brother,” I reminded him, just in case he thought it would be wrong, not that the brother was anything more than just sex but back home we have a phrase: “bros before hoes”.

We removed our clothes and for the first time I witnessed a man wearing a thong. I’ve seen man thongs in Fredrick’s of Hollywood catalogs but never in person. I demanded he remove his man thongs because it was kinda grossing me out. He revealed his leaning tower of Penis. It really did resemble the leaning tower of Pisa, how ironic.