Highschool lover (or last breaths on vacation)
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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was more or less early or late, but came and we had to leave. First the park, of course, to give us a little freedom. The leaves in winter seem to want more, and we fall in droves as we speak. It may be a taste acquired this, conversation - I like it for hours. Now it is late. We walked to what will be the night of our lives, or at least one more. And you know because it's cold have swollen chest and abdomen hard - "no, no wraps here." Three cigars, four passages less and a couple of blocks wrong, we parted. Six people later and a couple of districts further: voila, the night of my life.
Nice place. Small, comfortable, "family" in a twisted way. The place to be, yes, provided you have ID. Then you go and you feel like at home, greet your friends, your not so friends, your acquaintances, and look askance at strangers. You order a beer, someone calls you "hipster" and smile. Then you take a little more freedom, and accept. Is a pasajito very picturesque, with views lou. Tested, approved and passed. The talks are usually most fun when you spend your time well.
now shamelessly free return. And note the presence of new people. Someone speaks out the window, and you can hardly believe it. The green color is a very nice, really, and you too. Suddenly and without warning, you acknowledge and shout your name. Remember Social Etiquette classes. Approaches is presented and gives you a kiss. Respond, and add cheap talk. Good music, very good.
bad thing about this place are the seats, short and small. Repeats the greeting, presentation and rich kisses. It seems like you talk to me, because you stayed, and now share a short and small armchair. You make me laugh with the things you say and can not do. Your nearness makes me nervous. The music is still good, and green-definitely-a very nice color in the room. A kiss on the neck, okay. "I nearly fell." You put your right hand on my left knee. "I have a little bay, you know?" Reister, blatantly, and changed the topic of conversation.
"I will not stop trying because dogs do not know balloon, "I said. She kissed me in the chest, which was cold (and not so bloated already.) I closed my eyes. His hand ran up my leg, and in some twisted way was quite far, almost up to my belt, and there he stayed. But never so easy, no. If before the close made me nervous, now I ...
I spoke of "my" only person so far and bothered. I tried to explain the situation somewhat, and even alerted something even more upset. Brief comparisons then calmed down, everything. "I will go to the bathroom" he said, but did not move. And although retired its proximity, I decided to leave me freedom, get up and leave.
are now four in the morning, and I wonder what would happen if ...
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