third party - part 
But what did all that I was only thinking and books? Nooo! Not at all, but ... I want raconte espisodio some of my childhood and a bit of me to give you an idea of \u200b\u200bhow I was "thoughtful." As a child attending a school run by nuns very well known in Catania, was run by strict nuns, was the compulsory "school uniform", a full pleated skirt made of a blue, white shirt with round collar and jacket with pocket where the mother had embroidered my initials. How sweet, earnest in my uniform ... seemed to bear a burden on him, not it was my uniform! I was a kid, do not know how I smile as I remember, I was a child educated, respectful, always willing to help classmate, silent, attentive ... but that, for nothing! It's not that same careful, indeed, the nun stared into his eyes, so they seem very interested in the lesson, but my head would go elsewhere ... was not my fault, I swear! I did it without realizing it, but Sister Nina and I noticed it "chirps" with a loud voice that seemed to appeal to a shock in my brain, I thought it was better if he had given to the opera ... did some sharp! In short, I screamed, he could not understand me, my mind went beyond ... I thought, "but when it ends?". I remember my classmate, his name was Rosanna, was the face of those that just did not want to do anything and tried to cheat his neighbor, Sister Nina had put her close to me, said I should help it sometimes ... but sometimes! She also wanted enterprise engaged all their duties, I copied the problems and I was pulling the strings even if not helped, in fact a lazy, I had mistaken for a missionary, all dedicated to helping! Not at all, I took her out of spite snack from the bag, at least I did pay for the services rendered! And then she wept so, it was a real complaining! Two of my teachers were really a "Odd Couple", remember Laurel and Hardy? Identical, only they were dressed as nuns. A skinny, Sr. Clare, gaunt face, with the air vanished, blacks round glasses on his nose, the other fat, Sister Joan, her face cicciotello and two red cheeks that seemed to have got a sunburn on her face, framed by the white bands that Headgear cassock seemed that it could explode at any moment. I do not capacitive as could be, say, "round", my innate curiosity did not give me peace, I understand why fo
iff so different from Sister Claire, so I slipped under his clothes, I had to see for yourselves! .. . Do not tell you what a scandal! I remember like now, she wriggled, she raised her skirts, shouting "get out now Joy", as if shouting had to put on a mouse under his cassock, I fear I held on to his leg to a leg that looked like a rosy smile thinking about it, I had desecrated the skirts of Sister Joan! It followed several complaints and accusations, accompanied by the presence of my father, apologizing to Sister Joan, almost seemed to want to sink to the incident ... but what do you think would be better to take the question of the difference in physical life? Big tears came down my face, Dad could not resist, he understood me, took me in his arms as if to console me and said, "Joy, my darling, but just the thighs of Sister Joan had to go and watch? My fear is that now not dine with fright !"... and snorted in laughter. I held her, could not be much more severe, God how I miss! A kiss Daddy.
the years passed, my hair grew longer and shorter skirts, immature little girl's body gave way to a considerable body of woman, life narrowed and highlighted well-shaped hips, my thighs were no longer those of a girl and you were well out from under the skirts, and my breasts rounded quarreled with her bra, just did not want to be there! But Mom said that was not good that you see my nipples from under her shirt, but it was not my fault if they had become so malicious? And I was growing up would see even friends of my brothers, their visits became more frequent and their "stain to" back it was obvious! I enjoyed when they were all for showing off, were "cock fighting" ... that stupid! They were competing to see who could be more beautiful in my eyes. I was not interested any of them ... well, almost anyone. One of them a little aroused my curiosity, a dear friend of my older brother was different from others, perhaps because it was mature, had a behavior that is detached from the rest of his friends. I was so obnoxious, but ... called me "Nica" (small), took me chocolates, stuffed animals, even the candy melon, that stuff ... disgusting! He treated me like I was still a child, he inquired whether I had done my homework (but then what he cares?) And I got to the point that sometimes, when he came to my house, I shut myself in my room. Could not bear it at all! He was not joking with me like other friends of my brothers, it was not "stain to" did everything possible to perform in "wheels peacock," he observed quietly, never joke or silly jokes, his relationship with me most was a kiss and a pat on the head when he came to greet me, saying a "first kiss to Nicuzza" (a kiss to the little sooner), some fitting phrase like "how's school?" or "did you eat all day" ... and then sun or chatting with my brother listening to music. I at times I hid behind the bedroom door, watching them through the slot of the jamb, retaining the breath for me to not find out from them and I was so obnoxious it, but it was really a handsome man, tall, sporting a nice physique, his florid muscle was evident and made him even more attractive, more elegant, dark-haired, eyes seemed to shine, beautiful lips and white teeth stood out on his face lightly tanned. Too bad that can not stand ... But it was not bad at all! They spent the days, months, and his visits to my house I do not know how ... were more frequent. Slowly getting used to his presence, I spent a little more time in the mirror, I wanted to find myself a little in order, choose the dress that I was better, I spent a bit of makeup, brush for well My hair, he liked so much and I liked them when I absent-mindedly stroking, left on them a trail of light scent and also make the shoes. Rather frequently, in fact, I resumed my habit of not to put them in the house, because I love being barefoot, with a sweet smile and he pointed out to me "Joy but you're always barefoot!" He said, and gave me a pat on the cheek, how can a little girl to call her lovingly. Often offered to help me to make me repeat a few lessons a little tricky and I, as I explained some subject, the observer, sometimes not even listening to him, I liked the scent of expression and the small rocket that was formed near eyes ... the His warm voice, rather than clarified, confused me ideas! 
