It is…it bartender。 Type stud?
…I guess。 … She still did not understand where he wanted to reach。
Dan shot out of bed and turn on the Camel millionth of the day。 Inhale deeply and breathed a
bluish…gray vapor in the air over the head of Vanessa。 She knew he was trying to appear
calm; but his eyes were nervous。
…So you 。。。 hmmm 。。 trance; or what?
Vanessa first tried to suppress a smile。 So that was it。 She thought the answer。
Half…way。
Type…well; that means you did or did not that means?
Type…done; but not that much … Vanessa replied slowly。
She and Clark transaram twice。 The first time was in full daylight。 She was so ashamed of
their bodies that not much attention paid to other things。 The second time she felt more
relaxed; but still could not understand why this was so good。 For her; it was funny so
prehistoric。 Kind; was exactly the same as all those zebras and hyenas were at the time of
mating in those programs over nature。 Still; it was legal means have done。 It was with that
she felt she had more substance; as a story…I was…there…and…done。 …I … Dan gave another shot
in the cigarette。 And then another。 He followed the seam of travesserio stained coffee。 He
was a virgin and not Vanessa。 He did not know how you feel with regard to that。
Indeed; he knew。 He felt nervous; stupid; low; gaunt; pale; strange and pletely
inappropriate。 For what Vanessa had to date and sex with another man?
…Look; I know you virgin … Vanessa said abruptly。 …But that does not mean we have to
continue。 … She raised sugestivamente the thick black eyebrows and smiled。
Dan looked at her and smiled; too; the lovely pink cheeks acquiring a heavy constraint。
…Really?
Vanessa seats and approached it a little。
Is。 … She put their hands in the chest and pushed him skeleton in bed。 Then took the
cigarette from his hand and stuck in the old coffee cup that was on the table by
half…to…head。 …Do not worry … she said with his voice hoarse from more experienced women。 …I
know what Im doing。
She gently kissed the mouth and started to strip the two。 First it took the gray shirt; then
took the black she dressed。 Was wearing a black top underneath。 All that was Vanessa wore
black。
Dan deep breath and closed his eyes。 It was not how he thought would happen。 For him; sex
was as important as birth and death; one of the most intense poetic experience that a person