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KITTY Bad jokes
- Hello how are you?“Hi, it’s okay… right now, wait a second… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… don’t cry baby…”- What are you?— I blow.- What?- Not what, but where. I blow on Keith's finger.- Fuck, what happened?“The Walabi bit her… I told you not to go near him…”- Bitten by a walabee?!Tom, can't you hear me? Yes, walab. Such a small kangaroo. There are plenty of them.- Crying?No, he's already laughing...- Are you in the hospital?— No, we’ve poured some whiskey for now… Let’s go now.- Well, all right, blow on her finger from me too.- Yeah. OK Bye…Tom threw his cell phone on the bed and smiled. He rubbed his forehead. A leisurely autumn rain rustled outside the window, it was twilight and cool in the room. Kit stood before my eyes, with her bitten finger uplifted and her eyebrows raised in surprise. And paths of tears on the cheeks. Laughing. She does not know how to lose heart for a long time.The only time Tom saw her really upset and depressed was at the airpo
KITTY call me "red bitch"
Kitty stands with her bright head thrown back, her eyes wide open and her lips parted. Above it, a huge shark soars slowly in the blue abyss. Real monster! The whale looks at the shark. Lou looks at Keith. I still can't believe she's really back with him. Adoration to stale breath and the fear of losing her again ... He happily indulges all her whims. However, she has few of them. She is gentle with him - just milk and honey, not a girl. I don't believe it.Lou moves closer, wraps his arms around her waist, rests his chin on her shoulder. Touches the lips of the neck. She giggles, shrugging her shoulders.- Tickle..."It's ticklish," he corrects automatically. - Like?- It's ticklish. Yeah... Delight... Just look how beautiful she is...- You are beautiful...“Liar,” she smiles, pressing closer to him. Their fingers intertwine. Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators.- Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there
KITTY Hey Kitty, you want to play?
“Son, dad and I wanted to talk to you.Despite his even, even affectionate tone, Louis knew that this conversation did not bode well for him. The fork of stewed mushrooms hung halfway to her mouth. Mom cooks delicious, yes ...“Ma, maybe we won’t?” I'll just promise not to kill myself again, and you promise not to put me in hospitals where you think they treat me?— Is it that simple?“No, not just… but I don't know what else to say.Lou sighed. He guessed that a visit to the family nest would not do without a good soul-saving conversation, and certainly - at dinner. God, he's twenty-six, but now he feels like a sixteen-year-old screwed up teenager. He looked at his brother, seeking support, but Tom prudently kept quiet, busy eating. However, he already took all the first fire while he and Kitty flew to Australia, and it was simply impudent to demand more. Looked at my father. John Sparks looked serene. It’s clear that ma is the soloist today, and pa is in the wings when it is necessa
KITTY going back home
She stands on the bank of the Erwell with her back to him, her arms around her shoulders. Cloudy and gray, the river rolls heavy leaden waves, and the same clouds are dragged across the sky by a sharp, gusty wind. The red strands of her hair, her long bangs flutter as the only bright spot in this colorless landscape.She is wearing a light gray dress. She is cold - the end of October ... why is she dressed like that? He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. The girl turns. She is very calm, almost indifferent. The face is a beautiful mask. She rises on tiptoe, reaches for him… he feels the touch of her lips… His heart beats muffled, heavy, measured, as if a pendulum from an iron core is accelerating in his chest. What will happen when it accelerates? He responds to the kiss, closes his eyes to drown in this wonderful sensation ... Lowering his eyelashes, he sees tiny orange tongues dancing in her pupils, in the very depths.Her teeth bite his lips, the tongue slides i
KITTY Very cold
Well, how? she asks, still breathing heavily. She is taller than usual in heels and looks him straight in the eye. There is so much in this look in the semi-darkness of the club ... or does it seem to Tom ... or do you want it to be so? He is embarrassed. I want to say so much… He would have hugged her, but her brother is nearby, holding her hand. That's stuck ... If only for a second rolled off!— Cool, Keith… Very cool! There are no words - all that is enough for him. But sincerely, there can be no doubt.- Thanks! Wow, I was so worried!- Truth? It was not noticeable.I tried not to show.Lou presses his lips to her cheek. Lightning on the side - camera flash. A fresh photo, food for the fans... Tom now also has his own photos of her singing. Then her brother whispers something in her ear. Kitty laughs, turns her head, kisses his lips. Louis closes his eyes as he answers. Eh, damn...Then some girl grabs Tom by the hand, pretty, however, and asks:- Can I take a picture with you?-
KITTY the cube
Downtrodden breath, gasps, groans, screams... Goosebumps and cold streams on the back. When they finally run out of steam, melting snow is everywhere, perhaps even in shorts. Disheveled, flushed, laughing. Louis jumps on one leg, trying to shake the mud out of his ear. The whale is on his knees and gasping for air. Her cheeks are glowing, her lips are bright, as if made up. Roswo is covered with snow dust, like a cake with powdered sugar. He shakes himself off and sneezes funny.Tom lies on his back, arms outstretched, a cold mess melting behind his collar. The heart is pounding. It's disgusting, and great, and cleanly shakes out a hangover. He got it more than the rest - these devils united, knocked him to the ground and with four hands stuffed snow by the scruff of the neck. Kitty holds out her hand to him, smiling.Get up, Tommy. You will get sick.“Bastards,” he says with a laugh. He sits down, holding on to her icy wet fingers. She helps him shake out what has not yet melted. Lou
KITTY Shasha my galaxy
“Shasha walked along the shoshe… Oh, hell, you can break your tongue! How can you pronounce it?- Yes, not Shasha, but Sasha. You can say, you're just a moron ...- You're a moron yourself!How long have you been meeting with her? She already speaks good English, but you can barely babble in Russian, you can’t connect two words. Of course, moron, who else ... I already know more than you!And Tom didn't brag. To be a little closer to Kit, he began to learn Russian. It was not easy, but better than my brother. And Tom was proud of it. In this competition, he clearly won.Instead of snapping, or saying something like - fuck, little one? - Louis made a sad face (Kit said that they both had an innate "puppy" look), and sighed:“Damn, I miss…Tom shifted his posture, spreading his outstretched leg. He shoved the laptop onto the table, pushing his brother's sketches. And decided to ask:“Lou, why don’t you propose marriage to her?”The brother looked at Tom as if he was insane, spat out the
KITTY depicting normality
Tom woke up pretty early. The bus rocked smoothly on the move, they are still going. He rolled over onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. Keith... No matter how hard he and his brother try not to make noise, you can't fence off the audio accompaniment of violent sex with curtains... A week... a whole week will have to endure somehow.Suddenly, Tom felt something jump onto his bed. Something like a cat, moving gently and silently. He raised his head, puzzled. Austin stayed at home... there couldn't be any other animals here. He took a closer look and saw - at the feet, in the twilight of the sleeping niche, something swirled like a small gray cloud, like thick smoke from a fire. Strange, but for some reason this did not frighten him, but only surprised him.A puff of smoke began to approach, shimmering in shades of gray and blue, hovering over Tom's stomach. The younger Sparks reached out his hand, for some reason very heavy, as if poured with lead, and tried to touch the a
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