me casa est su casa


sheesha strolled down the street and feel fine again. these eternal quarrels, slander, plates broking, sobing, making up, drinking and fucking tired him tremendously. although he was a little kid, so he was not crying because of that. he prefer walking to aunt lily. her lifestyle was completely different than he knows and she was crazy by the way. she attended lecture him always naked, she was always cheerful and from her cunt dangled red shoelace. sheesha do not really understand it, but chase, a guy from the class explained to him, that a woman's monthly flow of blood cunt when they are not pregnant and have something to stop the blood. so there stuffed with cotton lace, so it could then pull out because it is too deep and allegedly why you have to have a really big dick, he could he really do that. chase knew better than sheesha. chase shows his dick very often ...

aunt lily was a good and very pretty too. uncle fred hanged himself, and nobody knows why. aunt lily ever since (at least as far as i know) did not find anyone else. sheesha had always great time with her. she always poured a little sherry with water to him. she drank red, domaine de l´obrieu cule les antonins 2010, and the fact we played really good chill out sessions handsome by modeling – sunshine. she hadn´t got absolutely great voice, but sang cleanly and was singing into a lighted.

lately, sheesha used to go there more often and often. his parents had just appeased and in one piece drank and fucked. it was not a pretty sight. sometimes sheesha slept by lily. their parents did not care. similarly them, in this period he was rather a nuisance.

outside, just beginning to fall leaves, wild geese was about to warm landscapes and the air began sown winter. sheesha hummed and his back was dozing backpack. he went to lily straight from the school. In the middle of the street he met an elderly lady with her dog and she smiled at him. yet, he got rose and perke up such a good mood. he rode by lift to the third floor and rang the bell. lily was opened in robe, under which, as always, she had nothing, only the string. chase today all day grumbled into sheesha that when the aunt was poured and starts to snore, so let her pull the cord. sheesh it seemed everything strange, but he was curious. that would koalas ... it was friday afternoon and aunt had one bottle of red in itself. lily prepared sandwiches and started to talk about how she met uncle fred (always talking about when she had been drinking), what kind of guy he was, and how they walked along the boardwalk by the ocean and how all the women rotated at him. aunt lily was getting more and more drunk, babbling and smoked one after the other. throwing her legs over the side and sheesha between the legs still pacifier how the lanyard still sways from side to side. finally, she started to crying (it's always done) and then she dropped out on the couch. sheesha waited she rotates as he will need, and meanwhile sipped her unfinished drink watching the aunt how beautiful she is. approximately fifteen minutes later ran her aunt left foot from the couch and sheesha staring at her pussy. looking at as scalded and even thought that it take a picture on a handy that chase believed him. but because he felt some moral responsibility, and it finally didn´t ...

he pulled out two red balls on a string about the size of a walnut, which smelled oddly and were gooey.

sheesha covered lily by the blanket and stroked her hair. then he cleand up the whole apartment, washed the dishes, brought out the trash, watching the telly and then went to the bed.

at christmas day aunt lily gave him a teddy bear and on a new year´s eve she jumped under the train...

sheesha has nobody left but said himself that he will not give up ..






the curtain was pulled up and the premiere began. this movie was incredible shit. raymond never not made anything worse and vowed that with the good slashes this is the last movie he ever made. he was only thirty-five, beer was behind already quite a few films. frankly, except the first one all of them just sucks. the biggest ass on it was, that the larger the films was crap, the more money he got. actually, he did not really played. he just smile, sometimes someone gunned down and eventually fucked with the main woman character (which was already clear from the same beginning). thus, like in his life, just did not shoot anybody. after tonight premiere he was clear, fuck it!

he sat in the middle of the first row of padded lounge chairs (where else) next to him, mellisa. representative of the heroine, incredibly normal relaxed girl. she didn´t fit into this movie world of false friends and douche bags. probably, it was because of she came from a wee town from the midwest. mellisa was blond with a twinkle in her eyes and perfect feet. silicone tits also didn´t need.

she liked ray, but other than romantic scenes in this movie, they had nothing together. she liked his gentle dumbness (she did not say that he was stupid, he just simply an occasional things were running later than to the others ... but in the end it came to his mind, which was important)! She wasn´t definitely done to ray, like on so little allowed for putting it together after the party is over the top floor of the trump tower, where they had reserved the presidential suite for $ 10,000 per night (mellisa didn´t sleep in such kind of hotels and she was wondering what it will be there) .

it was the beginning of a warmy autumn and on the beaches during the day roamed surfers like in the early summer…

when the lights went on in the hall and the movie began, leaning on each other ray comfortable making sofas, corner of his eye he winked at mellisa smiled at her. she smiled back. instead of enjoying materialized popularity (today's evening belong just, just him, he was the one big star) and enjoyed to see mellisa naked later in the night and to what she allows him (ray was quite enough crazy) and how it will all congratulate pacify him, as great he was (because of serious he is), how convincingly does he played, what is a pity that he does not yet have an oscar, thought so at his childhood friend franzi, which one recently invited to his home with the prospect of a huge party, when going to talk about the good old days, booze up, roll a joint, listen to some good music and will end somewhere. instead, however, was quite spasmodic embarrassing meeting, when there was really nothing to talk about and ended before midnight with the fact that franzi should go to his girl. next morning came a short message from franci that ray is a fucking high and mighty dick. he was sad about it ...

under the silk chair ray has hoden two bottles of veuve clicquet special edition brut with two glasses. he poured both full and he gave one of them to mellisa. mellisa squeezed his hand.

the curtains spread, people started clapping (long, Infinite standind cation) ray felt like a fucking high and mighty dick.. yeasayer silly me 





jimbo already didn´t distinguish day and night. he drank just in one piece. when he could not, so just dropped off. when he woke up, so he set into it again. he didn´t even pull off curtains. all he didn´t care what was happening outside. he didn´t go out among the people, he didn´t watch TV. when he needed booze, fags and chow, so he called me and i arranged everything. it was quite picky and, mainly in booze, he had very wide margin. vodka, port, small canned beer and especially red wine. he still managed drink out three or four liters a day. his favorite brand was brunello di montalcino by la poderino and because he was in the package (reportedly owned the wee butic winery in sonoma for rich guys), so he indulged it enough. cigarette, i took him down by boxes. he smoked lucky strike menthol (in ukraine, local people told him that it is bad for the heart and erection, but he pissed off at it). about the food, he didn´t care pretty much. he ate only fried eggs, pork paté, bread and green peppers. i used to come to his house reguraly on monday and friday. it always snubbed in front of the door. first time, he asked me just like the neighbor, if i hadn´t gone across the road to buy him some goods becouse of his sore legs (i just knes that his legs are allright but he didn´t want to see anyone and simply, he liked me) ... everytime he let me ten bucks and that was. i used to go to shopping to jj´s, own name mustafa, but somehow it did not work on my tongue. jj sold everything, even though i was only sixteen and i really looked at thirteen, but he didn´t care. well, he knew that all the stuff was for jimbo and additionally, he needed to pay the rent. one day, it was on friday, jimbo didn´t open. he died ... he said nothing to anyone and just winding his slippers. i went to jj, bought there a carton of lucky stricke menthol, six cans of beer and two bottles of red and then i told him that jimbo died. he said anything and took the change. i went to his shop anymore ...

this year i was forty and i stopped to pull out the curtains. sometimes, i think of jimbo's. outside hoots ambulance and i fill up the glass with la poderino .... life is crappy complicated and i slowly begin to loose the hope ... it's cause of the fucking winter or because that the radio plays very same shit..? with some exceptions lee fields and the expressions - never be another you



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