mind.”
“Ok, and were you sexually protected in these rela
tions, safe?”
“No! Because I don’t think I have anything.” “Then why you are having a test then, if you’re so
sure?” “Well, it’s also for my boyfriend.”
“Ok, accommodate yourself in the waiting room.” He emerged and met Lorenzo, who asked him what
they had asked him
“Nothing, a bunch of crap.”
“And you what did you say?”
“That I’m with you!”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Why, isn’t it true?”
Lorenzo was called in and Rosario went to have his
blood taken. When Lorenzo came out, Rosario asked him
how it had gone.
“I lied, I said that I wanted the test because I had
been with a prostitute, do you think they write it somewhere? What if it gets out?”
“Calm down, no one will find out or ask you any
more questions. Go and have your blood taken.” Knowing
that the results could be collected three days later and that
one of them pick them up for both, Lorenzo asked Rosario
go and get them. He asked him to call as soon as he got
the results. On Wednesday morning, Rosario went to the
pick them up and although his was ready, Lorenzo's would
be brought in soon, more waiting. He read his, which was
obviously negative, given that he was never overly reckless in his licentiousness.
Shortly after, they gave him Lorenzo’s results. He
opened the envelope and of course these were negative, it
would have been crazy, given Lorenzo relative chastity.
Then the germ of an idea formed in his mind, Why not play a joke on him? With great care he falsified the results
sheet on his computer at home by changing the word negative for positive and requesting that he apply for another test. Sure of its effectiveness, he called Lorenzo and asked him when he could come over to give his the envelope. When asked to read them over the phone, Rosario refused categorically, “It’s not right that I open such a private document.”
So Lorenzo invited him to come to his basketball game that afternoon and to bring the results.
Part 12
The game was supposed to start at six-thirty and Rosario was there by six, thinking that he might get a chance to speak to Lorenzo before the match started. He arrived punctually, half an hour late, but luckily the game was starting late and so there were no problems. Rosario watched him play feeling glad he had found such a guy, so attractive, charming, sporty, and masculine. He was very good and played well, but his team mates made several mistakes that lost the match. They quarreled amongst themselves afterward, blaming each other for the defeat. Rosario went up to him commenting on why they had lost but he was fuming.
“Look, it’s better that we go somewhere, I’m too angry, did you bring the results?”
“Yes, but are you sure you want to read it now?”
“Yes give me it so I don't have to think of that pieceof-shit game they just made me play, did you see how they played? Did you see how they kept messing up?”
“I don’t really understand the game so I couldn’t see the mistakes.”
“Alright, whatever.”
He opened the envelope. Rosario looked at him straight in the face and saw it change, his eyes widened and his face went white, without saying a word, he handed the paper to Rosario.
“Read it!”
Rosario played along.
“Is something wrong?” He pretended to read what he already knew and tried not to laugh. Lorenzo wanted to cry. He would have liked to keep it going for a while but couldn't help bursting into laughter.
“Listen, don’t worry, it’s all just a joke.”
“A joke?”
“Yes I modified the results on the computer.” “You asshole! What?”
“I just wanted to play a joke on you.”
“What kind of fucking joke is that? I was having a heart attack. I was already pissed off about the game and now you do this.”
“It was just for a laugh.”
“It’s just you laughing, asshole!”
“Ok I’m sorry, come on, you want me to get on my knees here in the street? I’ll do
“Ok, and were you sexually protected in these rela
tions, safe?”
“No! Because I don’t think I have anything.” “Then why you are having a test then, if you’re so
sure?” “Well, it’s also for my boyfriend.”
“Ok, accommodate yourself in the waiting room.” He emerged and met Lorenzo, who asked him what
they had asked him
“Nothing, a bunch of crap.”
“And you what did you say?”
“That I’m with you!”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Why, isn’t it true?”
Lorenzo was called in and Rosario went to have his
blood taken. When Lorenzo came out, Rosario asked him
how it had gone.
“I lied, I said that I wanted the test because I had
been with a prostitute, do you think they write it somewhere? What if it gets out?”
“Calm down, no one will find out or ask you any
more questions. Go and have your blood taken.” Knowing
that the results could be collected three days later and that
one of them pick them up for both, Lorenzo asked Rosario
go and get them. He asked him to call as soon as he got
the results. On Wednesday morning, Rosario went to the
pick them up and although his was ready, Lorenzo's would
be brought in soon, more waiting. He read his, which was
obviously negative, given that he was never overly reckless in his licentiousness.
Shortly after, they gave him Lorenzo’s results. He
opened the envelope and of course these were negative, it
would have been crazy, given Lorenzo relative chastity.
Then the germ of an idea formed in his mind, Why not play a joke on him? With great care he falsified the results
sheet on his computer at home by changing the word negative for positive and requesting that he apply for another test. Sure of its effectiveness, he called Lorenzo and asked him when he could come over to give his the envelope. When asked to read them over the phone, Rosario refused categorically, “It’s not right that I open such a private document.”
So Lorenzo invited him to come to his basketball game that afternoon and to bring the results.
Part 12
The game was supposed to start at six-thirty and Rosario was there by six, thinking that he might get a chance to speak to Lorenzo before the match started. He arrived punctually, half an hour late, but luckily the game was starting late and so there were no problems. Rosario watched him play feeling glad he had found such a guy, so attractive, charming, sporty, and masculine. He was very good and played well, but his team mates made several mistakes that lost the match. They quarreled amongst themselves afterward, blaming each other for the defeat. Rosario went up to him commenting on why they had lost but he was fuming.
“Look, it’s better that we go somewhere, I’m too angry, did you bring the results?”
“Yes, but are you sure you want to read it now?”
“Yes give me it so I don't have to think of that pieceof-shit game they just made me play, did you see how they played? Did you see how they kept messing up?”
“I don’t really understand the game so I couldn’t see the mistakes.”
“Alright, whatever.”
He opened the envelope. Rosario looked at him straight in the face and saw it change, his eyes widened and his face went white, without saying a word, he handed the paper to Rosario.
“Read it!”
Rosario played along.
“Is something wrong?” He pretended to read what he already knew and tried not to laugh. Lorenzo wanted to cry. He would have liked to keep it going for a while but couldn't help bursting into laughter.
“Listen, don’t worry, it’s all just a joke.”
“A joke?”
“Yes I modified the results on the computer.” “You asshole! What?”
“I just wanted to play a joke on you.”
“What kind of fucking joke is that? I was having a heart attack. I was already pissed off about the game and now you do this.”
“It was just for a laugh.”
“It’s just you laughing, asshole!”
“Ok I’m sorry, come on, you want me to get on my knees here in the street? I’ll do
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