Alfredo's Sweet Secret

The leader of this ensemble was an Italian, one Alfredo. 

I have to add that in these times a relatively large amount of secretive and suspicious foreign types for reasons unknown to me took advantage of asylum in various communist countries. T

hey gave a little bit of color to this hopeless, gray and unpleasant atmosphere that overwhelmed the cities of this era. Most likely these were mostly partially or fully demasked Soviet spies or agents of the Komintern. 

Finding themselves suddenly in countries that were developing democratically after the war, with fire at their feet they had to seek refuge rapidly in the country of their masters or its satellites. 

Led by Alfredo, the ensemble did not play the highest caliber of music; they were typical of the kind of septets or octets played at the clubs. Piano plus a rhythm section, and to this also two saxophones, an alto and a tenor, and two trumpets. 

On one of these Alfredo played, learning this art as a young man, serving apparently, as he repeated to the point of boredom, in the third regiment of the Bersaglieri Ariete Brigade in Milan, and for some time even in Abysinnia. 

Sometimes the accordion player put his instrument aside to play a solo, and this was a complete novelty, on a home-made electronic guitar. They played swing hits, but this was somewhat difficult for them, because Alfredo, the entire time trying in vain to play Harry James, additionally threw the group some minor Italian sub-melody, such that the whole, no matter what they were actually playing, smelled strongly of corny Neapolitan songs. 

Alfredo was confident of himself, a strongly built midget with a decidedly masculine Mediterranean nature, very popular in these times, thanks to the Italian invasion of neo-realistic film. So out of ten suitors, at least eight looked exactly the same as Alfredo. 

Although he was only thirty five years old, Alfredo was already an old fogey. Thanks to his unquestionable nature and fairly high social stature in elegant circles, he had many successes in regards to women, with whom he tried various sexual experiments, and constantly changed partners. 

These experiments always at the end led to one thing, which Alfredo the whole time in different ways tried persistently and even insidiously to pursue. The gossip had it that the only erotic satisfaction for poor Alfredo was when the girl, crouching over him, defecated on his pilose chest. 

Alfredo could always arrange something like this for himself without a problem with a professional and experienced prostitute, but this did not interest him; what interested him most was the so-called respectable lady, for whom such dalliances came with psychological manipulation. 

Often, to attain his longed-for aim, Alfredo dishonestly resorted even to pharmaceutical means. In the appropriate moment he would put in front of the happy girl delicious chocolates, which worked with immediate effect. 

Brought in from far away sunny Italy, he always had these chocolates on him. After this fact, Alfredo, with luck, invoked in the girl a heavy feeling of guilt, greedily explaining that this unpleasant and unforeseen incident affirmably worked out of her a momentary gastronomical or emotional incapacity—it did not have any influence on his deep feelings and even in a certain sense, after all of this, he felt now much more connected to her. 

And this, what happened, can become their sweet secret.