Meeting the beautiful Piedmontese couple After many exchanges of messages with him and then with her, the fateful day of our first meeting arrives. They invite me to their house, which I greatly appreciate. She's dressed very feminine but not vulgar, a little shy. He steps aside and serves us drinks. We begin a pleasant conversation sitting on the couch while he, as agreed, comes and goes from the room very discreetly. At a certain point, I tell him to stay in the kitchen and I'll call him. It was a sign to him that I felt we were on the right track. He goes to the kitchen and prepares his camera. When I call him, the scene he sees and photographs is...