aaaaaa, my sweet portugeuese speaking lover.  how i miss the strange utterances you have made in my ear in broken english.  the mere week we spent unable to properly communicate using words certainly pushed us into other forms of non verbal communication and is a highlight of my trip to ireland.

I don’t know if your sexiness was perhaps enhanced by the inappropriateness of my trysting with a subordinate at work…. or your accent… or your twenty year old physique… or all of the above.

alas, it could not be a forever love, due to visa restrictions and the oddity of your brazilian ass being in dublin.  your english is weak, and my portuguese is non existent…. and your sleep walking creeped me out a bit.  but the day we spent defiling the company hotel room will always be a beautiful memory.

ps.  i did the translation of your name… i am sad to report it means “billy goat” in my country. yikes.