sentimental shit

 

jeremy waited very patiently in the traffic jam on the MCBP highway and did not think of anything. he just watched the rain behind the window and the driver in the cars around, which they had to wait and just stare at each other like him. it was the friday afternoon. it seemed as if the whole states were moving at the moment from east to west and vice versa. while sacramento was about two hours of quiet, thoughtful ride anywhere, but today it seemed to be an unbeatable distance. from the lethargy was jeremy torn by the message from steph. she wrote him how much she was already looking forward to him... it did not matter to jeremy, he liked her in the same way, but he had been totally empty in his head for more than half a year after broke away with jeannie. it ripped his heart and soul and found that from that time, he was starting to move away from social contact with people, especially with women ...

but he went to see steph every weekend, no less so that he was not alone, but actually a little bit yeah... the solitude in the empty apartment totally killed him. and not slowly, but quite fast ... he became to be a fool. sometimes he found himself talking to himself and seeing things that were obviously not. for a moment, steph helped him to make sure he was not a complete fool ... he was very selfish and he knew it. although he never thought of himself and despised egoits, he sometimes behaved unconsciously quite similarly.

but back to the steph message.

she wrote yet how much she missed his eyes, laughter and touch. steph was absolutely fantastic in bed, open to everything, much enjoyed. they understood each other not only in fucking but also in many other things. they loved to go to the city park watching trees, they listen to the same music, adoring fine arts, and just like talking to the very strange people.

in the evening, they planned to embark on an exhibition of an eccentric, well-traveled sculptor with whom jeremy knew more than well ... but it's been a couple of years back when he was still looking himself .... then to their favorite restaurant for dinner and allegrini amarone della valpolicella classico 2001.

but before they do, they get really fuckin' together. they regularly meet on a tram island at the central cemetery on friday afternoon and then go to her apartment. in the car they kisses and steph puts her head on his shoulder. she is beautiful and smells wonderful. jeffrey's excitement is incredibly exhilarating, and he awakens emotions in him that he has not felt for a long time. but it´s not enough... immediately after he helped her on the stairs and closed the door behind her, they fucked in the hallway and then back in her bed once again. jeffrey likes it, but it also makes him laugh all the way around. he is a little over forty and sprays to steph of a hundred and six times. he does not care what will be...

just a moment before the column went off, his mom called him that dad had died in the hospital ...

the cars began to move slowly, but jeremy was still watching dripping down the window of the car. the radio plays fm belfast - all my power...

he was completely empty ...

today will be delayed, but steph will wait for him, as well as many times before...

 

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french corner

 

when was vincent a small child he was bullied by everyone, including his parents. because of his appearance, dark eyes, the hump on his back, the immorality and the shyness ... so it went up to the middle-high freshman when he drew a lot, his back disappeared, spread his eyes and enlarged the shells and his muscles grew up. his classmates did not make fun of him anymore, but they also considered him a fool (he never denied it), and he did not care ... at least he did not have to explain anything to anyone. one nice sunny afternoon, and after lunch for a long break, three classmates with a higher grade were waiting for hime, like they´ll give him a lesson. one of them seemed to have broken his skull and broken the skeleton's chest, the other had sophistically broken both hands in which he was throwing by a basseball stick in each move, and he choke the third and last until he stopped breathed. before a juvenile court he just said he was sorry. the question what led him to such aggression and coldness did not answer anything. it seemed to him that he did not get over it. after the incident, their dad left and vinc's mother started to really drink an extraleague (they had never seen each other, she had been in a squat in illinois).

the young vince was placed to a juvenile snare, where he has just improved in all possible ways of violence, hurt, aggression, thieving, lying, and all other ways of practicing a young man's life. at the age of eighteen years, a perfect monster capable of doing absolutely everything came out of the crime ... in addition to having a great desire to commit evil ... right before the entrance, a great pope pete was waiting for him (he already knew about vince). for three days he gave him a beautiful, horny, and very sensitive whore (pet's favorite one). vince had fucked with her for three days in one piece and then accepted pete´s offer.
blackmailed and murdered politicians, journalists, inconvenient people, athletes immersed in betting, entrepreneurs and even one priest. he was totally professional. any personal convictions and relationships have gone aside. he always got a photo, basic information and it was. but it has been a little bit of a lot of fun recently. the violence was still excited him, but definitely not as before. more and more often he thought that he would definitely get caught up in it, moved far enough to the countryside where no one knew him and he would make a vineyard there. he has got money enough. and do you ask about his conscience? that just after all the disgust and the things he had done, he took a scissors in his hand and started to harvest grapes? and what the hell ...! just piss of the conscience ...!

he eventually decided for another big deal to kill a son of an inconvenient gentleman who refused to take tithes to a non-governmental grand pocket of a great pope pete, as he liked to say. the wretch, chuck was his name, he could not do anything, but it just goes out of the ordinary ... it should happen this evening. chuck had to pick up sasha about six-thirty at her apartment today. sasha was beautiful as a picture. charming black eyes, thick long hair, she was smaller and had a terrific tomato figure. she snapped strangely (she knew how to wear herself) as if she was still dancing and had a look that the guy would kill for. she was very cute, and chuck fell in love with her as soon as she was getting a tip from him after absolutely cool coffee in the coffewer where she worked ... they had been together for about three months and they slept together on the first date (that´s the way it works these days). i has to be said they liked it both.

chuck rang exactly half past six, sasha looked great. she had a flowered dress and her hair pulled down. a big black bead and a small handbag over his shoulder. they kissed and chuck gave sasha flowerw as always ... vince spit over this gesture and looked forward how he snap off this young fucker, but before it, in a very brutal way before his eyes, he rape his flower sasha in many different ways. vince drove behind them. vince was holding about two cars behind them and rubbing gitanes. in his car, the music was lined up by mocky put it in a song (a fantastic passage, he rated it absolutely self-consciously even though he did not understand the music too enough) and the sun was shining outdoors . in such moments he sometimes said himself that life can be quite beautiful. but then it did not matter ... he just simply missed the red and the trucker no longer had the chance to stop. he was pretty pissed off all day, and he did not mind when he'd picked up the beautiful black car. vince broke his cervical spine first, and than in the second crash he broke his skull over the center axis. his brain splashed across the car. when his soul was finally leaving the car, he still said he would not want to clean the covers ... he forgot about the vineyard for good ...

half a goose on it, chuck poured rubicon 2011 by f.f. coppola (indeed, very good-quality wine by the way) on the terrace of its tiled flat overlooking the boulevard and the sea, where it took about two minutes to walk and he thought how beautiful life is. sasha took the top of the swimsuit ...

 

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conflict of interest

 

greg was mad when he saw her for the first time ... she was beautiful, she totally cut him off ... black hair like a charcoal and an ass that would cost him to kill everyone... a special style of walking as if he was jumping but so graceful he did not mind (he was pretty picky ...). she never looked at him directly, even though she was flirting with every guy she had just met and lou was quite pissed offo f that ... but he did not want to get involved ... he was not the guy ... he was waiting, but as always ... he did not even have a mood in his current situation. although he was still charming, but who was receptive and knew him well (and did not meet such people so much), he could see that his ever-glowing eyes had lost a piece of long-lasting shine... even in the opinions he was a little more straightforward and sometimes he simply did not care ... they met at one corporate party just before he left laussane... she called herself fea (catherine reminds herself too ordinary) and greg had been a paff of her even more than when he used to watched her through the lunch time ... she was completelly different than gina ... cheerful and immediate, she loved music, wine, art and architecture ... she was beautifully laughing, she had a blush on her face and she could not get red even though she was quite uncertain in some situations ... they spent together at the party all evening, and then they stayed in one very nice bar where only two couples like them were walking (disappointed with one relationship and kicking the new one with the hope that they will never get back into the bar again, but they all always hope for it). It was one hour in the night and greg ordered a bottle of sena wine by eduardo chadwick ... the bartender was a nice guy, cured alcoholic. he liked people, and when he could help he helped find their lost soul ... only two of them sat there but they did not notice it. the radio one played washed out - hard to say goodbye... fea said about her childhood and a tyrant daddy, for whom she has run away from home several times. greg listened to everything with interest, and her opening was very sympathetic to him. he let her talk ... when they finished, he ordered taxi and went on a journey to her home. he did not think he was going to her. he only asked for the number and escorted her in front of the house where they put their kisses like two good friends ... they met again when greg returned from the states where he was in a boring conference and his only experience was when used black socks got out of his very expensive leather pouch him after he left gina on the important meeting... and that's what greg seemed like ... like used socks that got out of a leather bag for two thousand bucks ... he felt pretty miserable ... rather like a pike… he only thouhgt about fea and wrote her more than enough ... they knew about each other almost everything through the hours and hours of writing, so it was useless to give them more space to get to know each other better than to sleep together ... invited her for the weekend to the cottage in the middle of a small insignificant lake ... they got mad just after they arrived ... they both liked it very much, although ... fea smelled differently and chuckled differently, in sex would she was a little crazy and nothing was strange to her, she was experiencing it more than enough, and greg felt that she was really enjoying it ... she was not ashamed at all ... it was terribly impressive for greg ... it took him a moment to understand her body and was nervous enough, but a couple of bottles of red did their own and they did no do anything else all the weekend ... they just fucked, ate, drank, and laughed ... greg desired for this feelings a years, but now it did not happen when it came. he felt terribly empty and had great reproaches. he found himself a friend... a perfect girl who understands him and he understands her... her common interests and hobbies, but he was still thinking of gina. he smoothed fea, but he knew it was gina ... he slammed fea, but he thought of gina ... he joked but he did it all just for the bitch that destroyed his life and he can not forget it ... fuck! on the sunny sunday afternoon they went to the boat and greg was not completely in his skin ... he wanted to tell fea that it would not work but he could not say anything, but ... she knew it, he knew it and new it the boat engine as well, which did not jump ...

 

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