A week had passed. Kevin had been harnessed to take time off to devote full time to the study of discrete patterns of Lynn. What she read, what she ate, she did not like. It was not about to commit a blunder like, swallow a steak before a bloody good vegetarian Lynn.
the first appointment, it would be catastrophic. Then
Saturday came. He had scaffolded his plan: He would address in the box where he had met for the first time: The Macumba Night Fever.
He remembered with emotion, the first time he had spoken. One evening at Macumba Night Fever, the box plugged into fashion. After swallowing one after two double Jack Black to give the assurance he had found the courage to join her in the back of the room for a first contact.
She was sitting alone on a stool, mermaid on a rock dressed as a goddess of glittering top of a faded jeans and torn in places strategic. He had noticed she had the good taste to match the pink shoes needles her bag and lipstick while the mascara was remarkably coordinated purple socks that contouring of his ankle. He had approached him and asked if she would dance. His blue eyes had scanned a disdainful curiosity from head to foot as if she hesitated on the species of mammals in which it wanted to classify it, then surely having resolved to place it in some unknown subspecies of the human race She replied in a melodious voice of fishmonger market touting the freshness of its merchandise.
- I can not. I keep the bag to my girlfriend what ouatères! What memories ...
The first time is always important to say Kevin looks vague. She did not say "no" definitive. All hope was not lost. It was therefore decided to try his luck next time. And next time this would take place tonight. He had his shot well prepared and knew almost everything there was to know about it.
Lynn read a lot. "Gala" and "Here" in particular. Sometimes she bought "Oh! . Kevin had noticed it very interested in the princely family of Monaco. Maybe this was the sign of a trend royalist.
It was not vegetarian. Kevin was blocked with vegetarian since he took two months to conquer a girl, vegetarian mad that Kevin had dropped the first invitation to a restaurant because he had the unpleasant experience of sitting in front a cow ruminating his soybeans while she set out all sorts of unsavory things on the traceability of the steak he had been foolish enough to order.
Lynn, contrary, displayed a universality in the impressive nature of its nutrition. She did not seem to be addicted to diet either. She had also not needed. It also he liked it, because he was not thrilled with the idea of passing a light meal in his conquest graze the green, looking to eat a steak with an air at once envious and disapproving meaning:
" bastard, I'm taking nothing kilos's looking at you and eat you, not one gram. "
He had been pleased to throw himself on a double cheese with the rage of a rabid rottweiller. He had attended the brief agony of a double merguez pizza pepper mouthful of oil under the unforgiving teeth of the young woman. He also knew that she was paying attention to his health. She drank only Diet Coke. Do not add fat and carbohydrate was it not the basic rule of healthy eating?
Twice a day, she found her friends, always the same, three in number. They shared the same taste in clothing and reading the articles which they commented on knowledge. The same food tastes as well. They chattered like magpies, bursting into a loud laugh and acute rejection is gracefully back on the records of their chairs. They say hello in clapping sound Smacks, rolling his eyes like a child before a pile of gifts to the tree on Christmas morning with the enthusiasm of the cocker on the verge of urinary leakage which hosts his master to return from work. What a cheerful nature, what joy. That would bring a little sunshine in his single life.
Kevin had noticed that her three friends all had a boyfriend. And he had, that was the most important, that Lynn was indeed single. He would have resented the fact that a fop arrived unexpectedly while riding a motorcycle and she hugged him in an equivocal manner leaving no doubt as to the nature of their relationship.
It could, therefore, without ulterior motives, proceed to the next phase.
Kevin was thinking about all this as a final rehearsal. He put the package tonight. In every sense of the word elsewhere. Black jeans in which he had slipped a mini packet of tissues scented with mint. Thus he secured on two types of reaction from its target. Or slight bump titillating Lynn and all was well, or she was offended by this unseemly protrusion and it was enough to get out of a handkerchief Clear air and gently wipe his forehead to give the exchange and allay the possible wrath of his target. Above the black jeans, a T-shirt spotless too small in size. Just enough to emphasize the muscles of his torso. It was inevitable that the torture sessions he was required three times a week to raise the melting in a fitness club are justified.
He gave a final inspection before the mirror and, satisfied with what he saw, slipped on his black jacket and went out.
Luckily, Macumba Night Fever was not very far from home. It could therefore be reached on foot. He walks through the doors of the box at 11:00 p.m.. He stood a moment at the top of the stairs before descending on the dance floor and scanned the room hoping to see Lynn. It did not take long to find. Sitting at the bar just below a blue spot where the beam is scattered by the thick curly hair of the young woman. A glittering ball swinging in the ceiling illuminated the rhinestones of her strapless notched at regular intervals as security lighting motorway in fog. Kevin
having noticed that she had rather curtly rebuffed a fool who had approached a cavalier fashion, opted for a strategy polished but not insistent. He sat on the stool next to him and simply said good night. She looked up from his coca (presumably light) she drank through a straw with the serenity of a baby bottle.
Obviously a bad mood, she was preparing to send a walk, but Kevin was not looking at it and spoke to him more, she did not.
Kevin fixed the mirror behind the bar and ordered a double Jack Black at the waitress. Especially do not seem pushy. Immersed in the reflection of the mirror, he could hardly take his eyes off the bra lace red fire coming out Lynn's slightly bustier. Mesmerized by the moving spectacle of two rotundities promises velvet, Kevin could not utter a word. Then the first miracle happened. Lynn spoke to him first.
- It has not already seen?
Kevin would say yes, he had already invited her to dance here three weeks ago when she added:
- Oh yes I do not remember. You're the type that spread in front of the bike institute where I work.
Kevin felt his heart break. A cold sweat and sticky it flowed down the back. Fortunately it was seated. He clung to the bar and, under the excitement, emptied a double feature Black Jack that the waitress had just placed before him. How she knew? How could she have recognized him when he was not, he was on, removed his helmet in his presence. Front of his stupor, she explained:
- Yeah, you were at the terrace cafe just before the accident. I was supposed to go to work when you arrive. It's a shame, I had found this beautiful bike.
Kevin did not know what to say or what to do to keep himself in countenance. A small fenced convict on a pair of oars in his head. Everything time to be as perfect as possible and, wham! The ship is sinking! Women and children first. In the PA, Celine screamed "My Heart Will Go On."
It became unmanageable. He was about to retreat with dignity when the second miracle occurred.
- You came with?
In the fourth dimension for several minutes, Kevin wondered for a second: "I came up with that? . But Lynn completed his sentence.
- Oh, no, I'm stupid! You would not come in a acorn moccasins if you were on a motorcycle.
"shoes with a big penis inside, I'm sure that's what she meant. "
Then in a voice that was meant assured, he said.
- No, I recovered Monday. I took the opportunity for him to make some changes to make it more efficient. I came here as a neighbor. I live next door.
Lynn nodded.
- It's been long as you're riding?
- Some yes.
Kevin began to think that it promised much after all.
"In no time, she'll tell me she would like me to take a ride."
- I wanted to pass me the license, but I m'emmêlais in pads of course slow. She said giggling. So I gave up. But I love the bike. I find it sensual to have a big machine that vibrates between my legs. If there was a
érectomètre, Kevin would have done fart records. The final blow came in the second that followed.
- You'll find me bloated, but you do not take me one day a walk?
The Titanic had just resurfaced. Kevin in the head, the word "Jackpot" had inscribed in neon letters and began to flash. They talked together until you close the box. Without even thinking about dance. Lynn completely ignored her friends who did not take long to realize that she had a fish and rail, from discretion, they were overshadowed letting things take their course. Anyway they can while the next day.
At dawn, Kevin knew all about her. Or almost. He had become convinced that the diet coke she drank from Saturday night was the straw was loaded at Johnnie Walker, and heavily, he was referring to the rolling gait that she showed when he escorted to his car. She knocked twice the keys to the door on the ground before Kevin decides to do tell him to give up her home.
- I live near, come sleep with me. You go your car in a few hours.
- I'm not drunk, I'm just clumsy is all. Stated in a voice you it soapy.
- Sure but you know the law is severe and the cops are not gifts.
She sighed.
- Okay, I'm willing to sleep with you. But pals. I'm not a slut who lets himself go on the first night.
Kevin nodded. He would sleep on the couch if it could reassure her when her virtue. He led home by supporting it with difficulty because he was in an intoxicated less pronounced, it was not fasting either. Once there, Lynn sank into the sofa and said:
- It's cute here. Tell it where ouatères?
She disappeared behind the door told him that Kevin and emerged for a jump in the bathroom. He heard the shower running, then after a few minutes, he saw Lynn emerge, naked, her large towel "Remembrance of Guadeloupe" around the body.
- I've caught a towel that you Gene?
Kevin said no course, no problems. The towel seemed hardly contain large breasts Lynn. She kept it from the arm which had the effect of the support and back up a bit. Pretty sight.
- I'm going to bed she said, but I'm a little ashamed to make you sleep on the couch.
Kevin was about to protest. It was normal, she does not feel embarrassed after all, they only knew each other for several hours. He was a gentleman. She added:
- I am willing you to come sleep with me. If you promise to be good and do not enjoy.
She disappeared into the bedroom. Kevin went to the shower in hopes of eliminating the confusion caused al'alcool, or was it the excitement of the physique of Lynn. It did not know. A bit of both probably. But in all cases, only one remedy: A cold shower. After several washings, a squirt of breath freshener and a little bit of deodorant, he donned his robe and drew fake black satin bra by abandoned by his girlfriend in the bathroom, grabbed it and looked at the size : 95 D! Mamma mia! Just right. When he entered the room. Lynn had fallen asleep on his stomach across the bed still wrapped in the towel without opening the duvet and snoring like a chainsaw. Kevin emigrated
on his couch and slept like a log. Her sleep was heavy and hectic as bizarre erotic dreams where Lynn, towel Guadeloupe, a red bra 95D model and whiskey Coca held the lead roles.
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