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I slipped in beside him and raised the first glass that someone pushed into my hand.A cocktail exploded inside my mouth, and it tasted of aniseed and sugar.
“Wow!” I said. “What is that?”Twenty voices shouted back at me.I couldn’t make out what any of them were saying.I looked confused for a moment.
“Never mind”, said Juan, grinning.“Does it taste good?”
“I think so!” I bubbled at him.“It looked like you were having a good day out there.”
He shook his head modestly.“Oh, a good day, for sure, on the track.But now, it is a great day!”He addressed the second sentence to the court and staccato cheers and wolf-whistles came back at him.
Being with Elenchi like this was like surfing on a sea of fire.It was indescribably exhilarating even to be on the outskirts of his entourage.To be in the middle, right at the eye of the storm, was a drug in a completely different league to the artificial stimulants that whirled freely around the outside.Having been there, it made the artificial stuff seem desperately dull, conventional and mundane.
“So, Juan”, I said, affecting and exaggerating the mannerisms of a trackside reporter.“Tell us how you feel.What does this mean to you?”
He laughed dismissively.“I feel alive!” he said.“In the car I feel alive.In here I feel alive.Everything else is just a means to an end, to these moments.”
“Everything?” I said, leaning forward provocatively, exposing my carefully-crafted cleavage to him.He exhaled deeply as he blatantly stared down my top, and I felt a fire light itself between my legs as he did that, barely hearing the reactions he had elicited from others.To be so obviously desired, so obviously wanted by that man!