I know that I should focus on other universities and end-initiated projects such as-but I do not remember ever and began other things, however, will never be finished.
But since this piece will never see the light in the history of which forms part (which, as usual, is told in first person present - Palahniuk, I really thank you for giving me so much influenced by the method most narrative , likely the world) given the lack of prottagonista ... I'll Smoll, yes \u0026lt;3
Steve let slip his hand through his wavy hair the Deb, collecting a small handful Wire blackish.
-Dai, I need a shower
.--I do not care, you're so beautiful .-
-course, after having sex usually people are a bit 'distorted, but contented ...-
Steve laughs, hiding her smile behind her hand tattooed. - I did not mean that. Before, during and after sex ... you are always beautiful .-
-Steve Deb ...- hides under the covers, almost embarrassed by the words of Steve. Might be too sweet, too heavy in some way but the truth is that he has to embarrass Deb is the smile that the boy. The sincerity of his eyes, the light of her smile ... His words are not the result of a calculation or a boost to the duty of the first month. Nothing like that.
It's like a child who grabs you by the hand to get you off to his level, to show you his favorite toy.
Steve is spontaneous as a scream every time your little finger gets an edge in full, or as subtle twinge of pleasure that takes you every time you taste your favorite food.
Everything about him crazy Deb - the way he smile, to talk, to be amazed by the crap.
His spontaneity, however, puts it uncomfortable at times. She grew up in a family so strict, parents, lawyers, doctor's brother, an uncle rigidly priest.
Sunday lunch, long discussions about good and evil, sin and virtue, abstinence and the sanctity of marriage.
And now he was in bed with a guy a couple of years younger, full of tattoos up to his neck, even on the knuckles, a nose stud terribly feminine. Without being married. It had just performed at a gay club.
-Deb, want to get out of there? -
No, if I redo the face of special child I do not go out! You know he is stupid -
"But I do not do this deliberately -
-Well, well then you're stupid .-
Steve discovers a grudge with a flick of Deb and embarrassed smiles.
-Vedi? Questa faccia!!!- le guance della ragazza si colorano appena di rosa mentre si alza dirigendosi verso il bagno.
-Ma non lo faccio apposta!-
-Oh, tutte scuse.- Deb si infila l'accappatoio verde lanciato sul pavimento la notte prima. Steve, uno scemo. Le aveva fatto togliere il trucco, fatto fare una doccia e poi l'aveva persuasa a fare sesso. Si era ritrovata più sporca e più sudata che dopo lo spettacolo.
Steve si copre appena con un cuscino, ma il gesto non sfugge a Deb.
-Non ci credo.-
-Che ho fatto?-
-Il cuscino.- Deb lo indica con un'unghia smaltata d'argento.
-Eh. Ehm...- Steve abbassa lo sguardo, diventando rosso.
-Non ci credo.-
-Guarda che se want it take off! -
-NO! - Deb is it just keeps laughing. -We have things to do today, we can not waste time with one of our Rendez-vous
-...- Our what? -
-Steve, nothing. I go in the shower e. .. Yes, well. Hello .-
the guy looks at her to leave the room and reluctantly lets himself fall on the unmade bed.
-damnation .-
His heart is pounding, it's not the smile off his face and just the sound of Deb's voice or his thinking to let her come hard.
probably love.
And it does not frighten him. It notes that as a note out of the sky is blue or unexpectedly as he realizes the two messages in the phone.
"Deb was great. I like it. Say goodbye. "- Stef.
"Deb was great. I like it. Very. Go scopatela and in all positions that you have not already done so, the routine boring. Broom much. "-Brian.
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