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I have been beaten. _. Song ke

When I got home a guy has stuck a beating. _. But explain it ...

'll start from the beginning ... The story is quite funny because it happened 2 or 3 years ago and they beat me now .. Well, it turns out that when I repeated 1 º ESO met a wonderful class, the best people who had never known ^ ^ One of the Mexica was my dream, I wanted to date her, but her mother said I was a "bad influence" for her daughter ... I did pretty grace but I accepted. The truth is that we never leave ... were together and did as we were a couple, but she never said "Yes" with which we were not a couple.

Me keria ke said cutting me, porke was very jealous (porke no idea said that, just playing and joking but it seems I spent ke ...) I
about 1 month suffering, crying, humiliated before the whole school which about 1000 students attend one or more porke she had cut me ... That was in 2008 or so ...

Today, January 31, 2011 a guy called me just before I enter my home. Exactly so:

-KAAAY (shouted from the Eskin, is an uphill, while climbing)
-Si? (I was surprised that a stranger came, was kito bag and throw it into the ground)
"I'm going to stick! (for the face -.- Toké and the bell went out to see if my brother or someone)
-On? (asked to see if at least told me the reason, no one came out and was close)
-Porke I feel like (come on man! HOW? "And no one came out ... me hit the beat)

I grabbed by the throat .. keria not defend = \\ obvious reasons, were 5 (a girl go pekeña {example} 3 xikillos gives and him, and if I give him I probably would have given all but the girl, I guess)
The question is, when I went to my house and I saw my parents told them what happened and immediately went looking for my father and my brother, my mother ke kedo hearing what happened. When they came at 2 minutes with the small group said the reason was ke "you hit my girlfriend" . _.
Since I am a pacifist and ke as 5 years of high school without harming anyone ... According to the xica, ke tambn talked to her, tightly holding hands, and that was what he said.

I'm with multiple contusions on the head, a scratch on the hand pekeña and an anxiety attack (which I missed a bit) ... The health center compulsory by law to report the fact, and my mother certainly denounce the offender's parents ke as we are both minors. I just hope that, it sent the offender to a correctional or juvenile facility or something. I do not like these kind of people walk down the street .... They are animals that have not matured and do not know how to think before they act, they have no brain in my opinion. Come

man if I even have stolen the street but never to attack! Luckily I leave nothing to the street = D So do not rob me muahaha (Y) I just hope this does not happen to anyone else ... Do not be like me, if they are pacifists, they will not know to defend themselves ... Loathing of life ...

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Near the park.
After seeing the exhibition of Cartier-Bresson. She came from an audition. Inside the room
many people. Too much heat too. She left her purse behind a wall. And we saw the pictures. Commented. Grace caused me some things about her. And things are not. We buy mineral water and only charged me my bottle. Mish.

After that we walked to the park. Her hair looked good.
We sat on a bench. Nearby was the cage of German shepherds. We talked a while about different things. Still enough sun left. The park was nice. Some of his comments but I did not like ... Same was fine.
I looked at his eyes. She looked at mine. I looked at his mouth. She looked at me.

were brief minutes of each other with the fingers touching and cheek until our mouths stuck in a perpetual dance and wet. His mouth was dangerous. You atrabapa. Your skin I begged him to touch her.


After a while lying on the grass caresses were increasingly moving into largely unknown territory. Known each his own but new and magnetic for the other.

clothes began to be forgotten and the world as well. There was another couple there. Only us. There was no past or future. Only this. We reward each other. We wanted, as I said a song, that moment last forever.


So it was that night fell on us. And we had to separate.


next morning I made a phone call. She replied quickly.
Yes, I said sure. She also wanted.

I retrieved. The suit.
took water in the kitchen. In her purse had some discs that would hear, and also a book of Garcia-Lorca.

The sofa was marked with her thighs. The color of our faces was brilliant. We do not touch. Just talk. We closed the door but got bored of the sofa and went to the bedroom. We climbed the stairs and come to my place. We hugged. And pushed. With your back door closed. I gathered my mouth to yours. Play with our tongues. And as that happened I turned the doorknob. No one would enter. No one hit. Nobody did.

was a long time. Believe it or not expected to happen. At least not that way. Our clothes, our bodies slowly abandoned. So I like to me. Slowly.
taste our skin little, biting and licking short while smiled.



Seeing her shaved pink skin and the temptation was strong. But I did not, and I started to play gently with my mouth first. She also was soft but wild. He took me and caused several electric shocks. My flesh gleamed between her lips. I can hardly breathe and she did not breathe. Swallowing air and then caught me with his jaws.


What followed, I confess, had less grace so we decided to leave and continue with our mouths. And so it was that his whole body shook and changed colors and was about to cry halt to the entire neighborhood.
She did not let go until I shoot my being like a fugitive arrow that reaches through a cloud.

A cloud was something we had built at that time all around us. In heaven there were clouds. You could see the sky through the open window and passersby on the sidewalk in front. They could not see over here.


After a long time when we were hugging the left to leave.
And all right.

But ... It was the only time.

passed few days to stop seeing each other.

coda: Fenit, we will be in the Hereafter sometime. (As in the last chapter of LOST)

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El Guincho Looking on the counter saw the backs of different books. Most pulp fiction purchased in a fair free. Also some esoteric subject. on the desk or table, had painted a dictionary for years. Should have almost twenty years. Had some sheets. Here and there you could see different calligraphic annotations (presumably all people who had used, which could be the father, mother and brother Gee, what I had to think without a doubt that Gee had taken hold of this dictionary.) He also saw that they had underlined words, specific terms. He flipped through each letter until he reached the letter F. And almost unconsciously his eyes fell on a word he fancied he might have been stressed by it:

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(Latin

fellatio) is a practice of oral sex is suck and lick his penis with the mouth, tongue and lips.

can be performed to induce orgasm and ejaculation of semen. Or it can be used as a prelude to vaginal or anal intercourse.

And the idea of \u200b\u200bfellatio practiced by Gee (which, until then, he had not considered) fired his flesh. And he began to realize that clearly there was something sexual in the act of snooping in the modest room of a woman, examining their belongings. A space and a bed for him was not hard to imagine that he could take in the near future. Closed and left the dictionary where it was. He turned around bumping into a shoe, and was about to leave there when he notices something that was under the mattress. He came to see and distinguish something spirals. A notebook. He grabbed her and saw that it was great. He took in his hands and saw that he had a pen tied to the spiral and placed inside the book. Started to browse sheepishly, aware that this was something much more private than the dictionary, and almost as private as the lingerie that he had not seen it yet but surely that was stored somewhere in the room. He began to see that the book began with notes dated for two years, specifically, two weeks after Gee and he came to know. He flipped through quickly just watch to see if see his own name. And did not see his name anywhere. Which filled him with a momentary panic. Saw the last page written and appeared only the previous day's date and a word followed by an ellipsis: tomorrow. quickly closed the book and took a blanket and wiped the top and the same sheet of slowly reintroduced between mattress and bed. While doing this seemed to feel that the apartment door opened and he imagined a fetishist surprising Gee rubbing against his bed.

After carefully closing the door of the room, not close it completely but leaving it ajar as Gee had left (...) sat on the couch and grabbed a magazine and turned the pages. Act vain and that his mind was filled with thoughts homogeneous. He was excited and fearful at the time. On one side was satisfaction of having known a little more than Gee, yet repentance because this knowledge was not spoiled by it. Then he thought that his name not appear on any page of that sort of personal diary. How could a woman confident in her apartment let alone a man who is not even mentioned in his diary? But there appeared a hypothesis on its head. He appeared in the newspaper itself by another name, a nickname, but ... what of all the names or nicknames that appear in the newspaper could be him?