ROMARIOWhile I finished fucking Helena just out of sheer anger I realized that things between us were not working, I could realize that at this moment that I took it just thinking about Marga, I think I'll have to think about a divorce later , I only hope that she takes it well, I know her perfectly and I know how temperamental she is. On the other hand, I was thinking about Marga, about what she was doing with that boyfriend of hers, he didn't let go of her for a single moment, I'm jealous and angry at the same time because of what's happening, I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I have to go back to that hotel as soon as possible, if I stay at home just imagining what might be happening I'll go crazy, I'll have to go very early tomorrow. In the meantime I'll try to fall asleep with some tea.I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, on the top shelves were the boxes and at that moment something stuck in my chest, Nostalgia, yes, it was nostalgia because I remembered exactly th

NickyWe were walking in the corridor, meanwhile I was left with the image of this guy in front of me, those eyes gave me another air that maybe my girlfriend doesn't realize, now I'm really thinking about coming here, I feel like I should to be more close to her, it will not be all these vultures..."So that's your so-called boss?" —She had her eyes facing the corridor, perhaps she was thinking about something that she doesn't want to tell me—Marga! I snapped.-Tell me? He blinked several times.—I asked you a question and you didn't answer it, I don't think you even listened to it—I bit my lips, I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with this situation, since we looked at this guy, she is acting crazy."Can you repeat it?" It's just that I was thinking about something else.” He scratched his head with a small smile.Thinking of something else or someone?—I told you that this is your mentioned boss?—Yes, he is, did you notice that he is quite calm as I had told you? —Perhap

Thus, Mrs. Claudia Victor returns with a wooden box that she provides to her partner before sitting close to her on the three-seater swing. I am exceptionally glad that they consented to arriving unexpectedly early, however, something makes me know that things may not turn out as I hope.“Thank you very much, darling,” the man says to his better half, tolerating the wooden box he opens in no time. He was a tactical architect, he clarifies, alluding to his father, then, at that moment, he inhales a small moan. Ended the conflict each extension in turn — ditch, giving my brother a photo."Besides, they called him Melido ," says Mac.I lean to the side a little, trying to investigate the picture of the cuttlefish. The father of the man is nothing similar to him, however, it helps me remember someone. So to speak, I feel that until now I have seen that face before, or the real representation. This is pecuAmyr ."In this line, what does this have to do with the Wild Hunt?" the man asks us,

“ He has dementia,” I mumble. My inner locale may want to be off base. Mac thinks dissatisfiedly of the man sitting across from him.“Is it time for my medication?” Mr. Victor asks us once more, showing that his mental state is not in the best of shape.I wish it was essential for that little gathering of seniors who really have every plug in their minds very much positioned. I wish he didn't have this disease that just a little bit with his psyche, with his memories, with everything he used to be.The sun is kept not far away, a couple of sunbeams remain and unfortunately channel through the windows. Surprisingly quickly it will be dark and we are still trying to reveal to Mr. Victor what our identity is and what we really want from him.“Mac Red?” Mr. Victor says , glancing at my brother through narrowed eyes. Mac frowns and gestures accordingly. No no no no no no. You are my son, he refutes, sure of what he says.your voice down, old man.— It will wake up the other elderly people—L

I'm not sure what possessed me, but I was sure I wanted this thing with Swat more than anything else. Every night I dreamed of being able to cuddle up in his arms and hold his hand without feeling uncomfortable.Closer, I leaned in to kiss Swat on the cheek."Would you like to know what my favorite things are?" I spoke to him quietly and he didn't hear me."Tell me if" is the operative phrase here. His lips trembled as he spoke into her ear, his gaze locked with mine.Then, Mr. Swat , your eyes also attract me." I think they are constantly changing hue, as I have seen them green, with a tint of blue, and even brown at times. It was the tattoos on his arm that really drew me in tonight, as well as your gorgeous jewelry and body art. Even though your nose isn't as pretty as mine, I still think it's adorable. We both laughed out loud. “I like the way you lick your lips when you laugh, and I like the way you close your eyes. when you laugh because it's me who makes you laugh that way. Th