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:
haired
(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?
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