Tanel

"Now that girl over there looks pretty. I'd love to go over there and just squeeze those lovely melon's and kiss those lips... Oh god what am I thinking about. Very pervert thinking. I've got a meeting to attend for christ sake. I cannot go with Eiffel Tower in my pants," I thought when I had a chance to see my father again.

I was waiting for a bus, yes a bus, to take me near the place where Porto obviously got it's name from. There was that little nice cafeteria in the port where my father arrived to from a Atlantic cruise with his second wife, Adriana.

It was a sunny October day, yesterday it had rained hard though so it was slightly wet outside. I was wearing a everyday clothes - jeans, classic shoe's, white t-shirt and a brown jacket.

My father was only here for the day as it was one of the rare opportunities for me to sit down with him and talk. He loves the sea, while I've got my problems with it as I almost drowned when I was a very little child.

"Waited long?" I asked from my dad as I found him in the restaurant, "I got lost in here and went to another restaurant and I was there looking for you for like five minutes. Then I discovered this wasn't the only place here."

He had been sitting there, drinking cappucino for fifteen minutes. I put the jacket on the chair and sat down, ordering a small cake and cup of coffee. We mostly talked about my time and happiness in the new club. I confessed to him that the players I've worked with were kind of p*ssing me off now and then as some of them seem to think that if they don't want to, they don't have to play.

He told me to keep consistent, punish people who've been doing wrong, that I should set my word down. "You know I never stop," I looked outside seeing a cat stealing a fish from the boxes laid down from a small fishing ship that just arrived in the port.

Soon after Adriana steped in, she is 33, young enough to by my wife. I didn't stand her a single bit, she hated football and probably loved money. I can't deny she is one gourgeous chick, but are the old rich guys really that blind to marry young girls? I tried to tell my father, but Adriana had obviously given him some dirty sex games in the office.

"So, did some shopping, huh," I quietly and slightly sarcastically said to her. She didn't answer as she obviously got my point. Then I changed on to the cruise which they kept talking about to me. Like I really care how they got on a huge ship in Miami and cruised here with couple of weeks. Damn hurricane season, where were you!? I didn't want to hear that chit-chat.

I got espescially p*ssed off when Adriana grabed my dad's hand and told she really loves him. "A wise man has got money in his head, but not in his heart - Jonathan Swift, Irish writer, once said. If you mind me, I got to leave now," I ended my night with. It was getting slightly dark around the city now. There was actually lot of time for the bus to go back to my neighbourhood, but I couldn't stand to see a person constantly lieing to my face.