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The last dancethis story is part of the FanClub (fm:romantic, 7736 words)

Author: Marion de Santers Picture in profile
Added: Jul 22 2010Views / Reads: 2286 / 1647 [72%]Story vote: 9.43 (7 votes)
Hosting a farewell party for exchange students like Francesco, I could not find any proper time for saving him our last dance. So he returned for giving me a very special private farewell present.
 


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The house had emptied finally, the last of the guests left. Left the house, I had smiled or maybe even sighed with some hidden relief, however left more than just traces behind ...

Our family had hosted a farewell party for a couple of new friends to say good bye to: a colorful combination of au-pair girls and exchange students. Though we had not hosted any of them initially - since our kids were not in the age of having to be looked after (only for some rather special and very personal reasons - which could be worth quite a different story), one of them had taken a liking in assisting us on the ranch. And since he had also grown up with horses in his hometown back in Italy, he was of a great helping hand to me, and sooner or later for the ease of use he had decided to settle down in the barn, resurrecting a room which had been used for farm servants dating back to a time long before we had bought the pocket of land.

Francesco was a well educated young student of English literature in his first semesters. I estimated him to be around twenty even if he looked older and very mature indeed. His open manners made him many a friend in the two months he was living in our district. He was really good looking, tall with some six feet ten with his trained body, his almost perfect English as well, his funny curly-head and his constant readiness for helping anywhere he could. I was convinced, some of the local girls would be shedding more than just a single tear after him, too. In particular those college girls who had been spending many an ...

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