You even look your dog in the eye and you know what he misses because it is only a reflection of what you need: to be happy. And I'm always happy “he pointed out, extending his arms”, but you duplicate that illusion in such a way that you make me look like a sad man when I'm not with you.
"I am aware of my shortcomings because I have seen them thanks to you," he continued. He stuck out his fingers to enumerate. Whim should not be the engine of movement, joking with everything is not always correct, decisions must be made calibrating the pros and cons, I have to be humble from time to time and, above all: I must accept the truth when I have it in front of me , especially when the truth loves me and I love her.
"Seriously, I love you. I am in love with what we do. From playing I Spy after we cum, from philosophizing with porn, from chasing ice cream carts, from recreating movie dialogues. I miss your sucky kisses, your skirts cut with scissors and that y
"Check it out with your own eyes." Jesse glared at her and stepped over the threshold without a second thought. She walked through the living room with her body tense, past the kitchen with a hurried step, and ended up heading to the bedroom. Before that, his attention was caught by the light on in the bathroom, the echo of a song by Huecco and a female voice humming it under his breath. Jesse stopped in front of the ajar door, her heart beating so fast. He took a deep breath and released the air He repeated it once. Other. And another… “That I've cut his hair, I haven't stuck the scissors in his trachea! Shan snapped from behind him. Jesse turned to glare at her resentfully. "And what do you think is worse?" She didn't wait for him to answer and pushed the door very slowly, covering her eyes with her hands. Slowly, as if she were in a horror movie and wasn't quite sure if she wanted to continue watching it, she spread her fing
“ Merde. Sorry. She took off her belt and looked at him very seriously. Take advantage of the traffic light and let's change the site. I don't like to see you suffer. Jesse wanted to retort, but she was so sure of what she was up to that he had to give in. She was driving fine. So much so that he was not scared the only time he took him home, and not only because it was a short journey, but because he knew how to distract him and comply with all road safety regulations. So she walked around the car to switch places, taking the liberty of patting him on the ass as she passed. “Better? she asked, once she had buckled on the pilot's seatbelt. Jesse smiled and showed the hand he'd spanked her with. "Very much, don't you see the pixie dust?" She laughed. "Am I officially Tinker Bell?" "Only until you get tired of Peter Pan." "I doubt I'll get tired. It was my favorite cartoon movie. or so it says my father. S
Wentworth got up and set the potatoes aside. The only reason he'd do that was because he'd run out of them, so Jesse didn't try to dig into the bottom of the bag. "Do you want me to help you be spontaneous?" he repeated with special sarcasm. You're the one who always picks me up with women, Jesse, you don't need anyone to convince a woman to be with you. And less three guys who have cost much more than you. That one over there took twenty years, and they'll end up leaving your brother, so… I'm going for the humus. "You're going to be a seal," Marc insisted, his eyes following him. And why is he going to leave me? I got married so that doesn't happen. "Have you heard of divorce?" asked Wentworth wryly. “Yes, and I've also heard that I'm a very bastard lawyer. You will have no way to run from me if I defend myself in court. Moore shook her head. "I'll never understand how you can refer to her and your relationship in those terms and expe
"Never thank me because I can always do better." And I'll always do better if you let me. Are you going to leave me? Lea smiled without wanting or being able to remedy her weakness. “In peace? Never. "That was what I wanted to hear." "What else could I tell you?" My life is much more beautiful when you are in it. What movie is that line from? Or is it from an Elton John song? “The second. "I think it's a good idea to move on to song choruses, because I wouldn't know how to respond to that if it wasn't with a Frankie Vallie…" She cupped her hands into a horn and yelled. I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baaaaaaby, to warm the lonely nights…! Lea silenced him by covering his mouth and giving him an elbow with the fit of laughter lurking. He defended himself by curling up in the seat, looking at her with merry eyes. His amused childish smile made her heart race. "I love you baby," she crooned
Marc learned from a very young age that no one valued the passage of time as much as he did, except in job interviews and other formal appointments in which first impressions should be favorably covered. Few took punctuality into account, what interested them more was the absence of it, and sometimes not even that.He had studied human behavior in detail like the best experimental scientist he was n't . In this way, he noticed a particularity that helped him form the most characteristic aspect of his personality. Who hasn't heard of the "elegantly late" excuse? Who had not once uttered that famous proverb that said: "good things are hard to come by"? It had been years since Marc, bearing in mind that lack of punctuality was valued much more than punctuality, appropriated tardiness to define himself. That's how he was known: as the man who was always late for appointments and who was expected because it was worth it. You could even say that he deserved double for the minutes he charged
It was funny how he blushed and muttered something under his breath to end up taking him for crazy. The girl wasn't pretty by his definition, but she was pretty cute. Big mouth and long legs. With that I already had a five out of ten.“Yeah, yeah, sure... Her name is Yuri, doesn't it ring a bell?“Yuri. Of course I know her.Marc was an excellent liar, and his specialty was half lies. He didn't know Yuri personally, but he knew so much about her that it was as if he did.Before visiting the enemy, he made his inquiries. Now he didn't just know who worked at the firm. Also in which section, how many years they had been, their names and even their note in the BAR. His secretary was good at getting into other people's lives and he was the king exploiting the virtues of his employees. Although Verónica Duval, his dirty laundry girl, was an innate gift that Marc decided to appropriate before they hired her as a fixture at the corner supermarket. They might call him a savior for rescuing a
Or perhaps he had returned from a trip. He sensed her as a cosmopolitan woman, and it would not be difficult for him to imagine her with a camera on her, stopping at every corner of Montmartre, having a coffee in the Trastevere square, or sitting on her lap, completely naked.I was thinking about it when the threads of chance did their thing. Yuri's eyes locked on him. Her eyelids tugged more than usual as she acknowledged him.They looked at each other through the glass without smiling. Marc listened to the wheels of his mind turning and was pleased to imagine that he was liking what he saw. He barely noticed her eyes slide down his jacket and land on the protruding card. After that he saw her exchange a few words with her sister, apologize and leave the room with a serenity that kept him mesmerized. The rippling of her hair in a casual ponytail and the soft scent that filled his senses as she stood before him heightened his interest.She was even prettier up close."You must be Alle
“Look... I already had everything discussed with Mr. Harris. He only had to give him a piece of documentation, sign, and the story would end there. The only thing left to close were the rates.“I was asking about life insurance for a woman with a chronic illness. I know it's going to be very expensive, especially after a relapse, but I want my parents to get some benefit out of…” She shook her head. The normal thing is that the money goes to the husband or the children. I don't have one thing or the other, so I talked to Allen so that my mother and sister would be the ones to collect the equivalent of the insurance. I've also heard that people on my cases can't buy insurance, but I've had one since I was twenty and I think it's unfair to revoke it now."Enough information".Much more than enough to tell Moore, even if she didn't know yet how that might affect him. She could ask, find out what the disease was, why she was hiding it from her boss and best friend”it was even rumored that