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LA MANO INVISIBLE
This story happened to a girl about eighteen years, as I confessed, had little fear. And I admire, but I know that this was not the only story. Call it Lorraine.
Ever, in the family of Lorraine had happened to their brethren had stroked her hair, pushed back or even ... The night happened to this brief episode Lorena slept alone. Shared a room with her little sister, but she was not.
She hugged the pillow, giving in to sleep, his face stretched toward the ceiling. The pillow was grabbed by his left arm, and there permació all the time.
When sleep was beginning to happen:
A thud below your navel and above her pubis was awakened suddenly. Almost got up but did not, just lay still looking around and analyzing everything: the pillow was not, was clutching his left ... I was alone, no one had time to enter, and then hit out ...
Think and remember another episode, when the weekend had gone with friends to celebrate a weekend in a house in the middle Icona a mountain of Ayora. Everyone would be at the top of tripis, but she did not. He had his, but did not take it, you just saved.
The house was two rooms where they slept, a large room where the floor lying on a mattress of a bunk bed and wooden, and the lounge, where you thought the fun run.
Least one partner who left the room, the rest remained in the room taking tripis, smoking dope and drinking alcohol. The party would not end until the next day. Lorraine, for some reason, did nothing about it and decided to go to sleep.
It was not comfortable lying there with that partner, while not doing anything, do seek some privacy, but for some reason that neither she knew, Lorraine decided to lie down in a corner of the bunk, his body stuck to the wood, arms bent in the direction of his head, hardly a single hole through which anyone could do what he did, touching his chest.
Could not remember if it was the left or right when she told me, but did remember the feeling of panic you felt. Something had touched his chest as if you love him, and there was no space between your arms to achieve such a feat.
This story happened to a girl about eighteen years, as I confessed, had little fear. And I admire, but I know that this was not the only story. Call it Lorraine.
Ever, in the family of Lorraine had happened to their brethren had stroked her hair, pushed back or even ... The night happened to this brief episode Lorena slept alone. Shared a room with her little sister, but she was not.
She hugged the pillow, giving in to sleep, his face stretched toward the ceiling. The pillow was grabbed by his left arm, and there permació all the time.
When sleep was beginning to happen:
A thud below your navel and above her pubis was awakened suddenly. Almost got up but did not, just lay still looking around and analyzing everything: the pillow was not, was clutching his left ... I was alone, no one had time to enter, and then hit out ...
Think and remember another episode, when the weekend had gone with friends to celebrate a weekend in a house in the middle Icona a mountain of Ayora. Everyone would be at the top of tripis, but she did not. He had his, but did not take it, you just saved.
The house was two rooms where they slept, a large room where the floor lying on a mattress of a bunk bed and wooden, and the lounge, where you thought the fun run.
Least one partner who left the room, the rest remained in the room taking tripis, smoking dope and drinking alcohol. The party would not end until the next day. Lorraine, for some reason, did nothing about it and decided to go to sleep.
It was not comfortable lying there with that partner, while not doing anything, do seek some privacy, but for some reason that neither she knew, Lorraine decided to lie down in a corner of the bunk, his body stuck to the wood, arms bent in the direction of his head, hardly a single hole through which anyone could do what he did, touching his chest.
Could not remember if it was the left or right when she told me, but did remember the feeling of panic you felt. Something had touched his chest as if you love him, and there was no space between your arms to achieve such a feat.
CRIME SCENE: DETECTIVES
During the riot in Los Angeles, army and police had to work together to contain spoilers, with their different strategies. A thief had entered a shop and was quietly stealing, someone called the police and an officer went without getting close to the store because he shot the inside, so I called for reinforcements. Overall, they sent a squad of marines.
The police prepare for a race to the door and told his colleagues "cover me". ("cover me" in the original). The problem is that this verb is not the same for police for the Marines, the police wanted to say that would merely point to the threat, and shoot if anything happened. But the Marines understand that they must mow the store to not pass anything.
Well, when the police told them to cease fire, the Marines had 178 empty magazines, said quickly. Meanwhile, the chorizo had used the store's phone to call police and say that surrender.
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