e wet eyes all over made my heart sink with sorrow but still I stood there, watching, Then I saw her, She was standing by the road, a pair of

o bea

she s

if you don't mind, you can help me" I remembered some lines that Wen

nah, where are you going

our heart or anywhere

hat that line could work on any girl,

ked at me, s

not to talk to strangers" sh

ast I had started a conversation, a

alk then?

y n

art in this?" I p

ter right now" her face changed from t

I didn't mean

I saw a drop of tears,

ho

ht here or do you hav

at's going

ons and now I'm standing in front of a crying lady. I opened my arms and hugged her, at first, it was

r me" she cried, "He promis

let the dead bury themselves" I tried to comfort her understanding that

nd across the road, the love of her life was being lowered 6 inches deeper, at least I wa

comforter, a couple of hours later, we were at my favorite jo

tell me more about

write beautiful lines do

ting a poem, then I could have made her the persona, just to narr

star's Book of Love to mak

ot so beautiful and I need som

uneral ceremonies more often, who said that the beautiful ones are not yet born?, death itself gives us an opportunity of life, it takes so that we may have, and there are no true feelings than that of a girl broken into

ave fun," I whispered, sipp

live there?"

dance, that's the perf

*

entered "The Devil's Lair" one

h the drunk crowd. the music was loud and the ambiance was perfect f

Lemonade" I shouted at one of the barm

ur usual spot" Pe

. not

tared

once in a while with We

gstar?" she

he's my be

n in the dim lights, she bent to serve us and I couldn't help but to stare at

e a jackpot by winning a sin

third glass and she wasn't going

d, kissed, cuddled, and aw

, the third came, and still

offered to give her more than six she didn't believe, (I bet you could get a chance to see me, you

I shouted at her a

c...where do you live Mister

aster, I've mastered your

fell, stood up and stagger again, the world had just opened for us, and the darkn

e, as a gentleman, I had no disrespect for women, and I had no option but to give her

had brought here was that she did not wait for me to take control, she knew her way through every inch of my body. I tried

come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress me. She took off my jacket, my t-shirt, my jeans, my underwear, and made me lie down on the bed. The clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took my ha

p me, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night, her breasts move up and down, dancing to the tune of her riding, Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop me, to draw me i

ning wa