The bikes went up the avenue in a roar of hell and valves panicked. The four horsemen of the Apocalypse stopped with a beautiful set at the first light. Kevin decided to bump the boulevard with its bold curves he knew by heart every day to borrow on the way to work. He waved his hand to indicate to others where he intended to go. The three gave him a nod.
the light turned green, Michel flew the first, second Philip immediately followed by Ludo. Kevin had been embarrassed by that Lynn did not consider himself well and could not put the gas as he wanted. Whatever! She was glued to him now he could talk about the powder. He pulled the second up to 9000 and began making very outside the others, it was Michael, already overwhelmed by the other two who surrendered the first under the pressure of the ZX10R. The other two were swallowed in the next 7 seconds. Kevin had pushed the fourth to 11000 trs and had swallowed two mosquitoes before him with his chameleon green.
At the next light, get upset, the other three signified their intention to return. "You know, we work early tomorrow ... I died ...." The apology of circumstances with a view to concluding their conquest of an evening. Kevin understood. In addition, stay a little lonely with Lynn rejoiced at the highest point. When the light turned green, Kevin rushed Boulevard and went up the main thoroughfare through the city. Not fast. 110-120 A small just enough to refresh his partner. Lynn enjoyed and grew visibly smaller "youuu! "Every time you change angles or crossing hump a bit dry as Kevin crossed without cutting the gases. Once out of the city, Kevin embarked on the road which meandered over the hills, a walk up there to take her to eat ice cream in a restaurant he knew well.
It curled at speed, Lynn has always stuck to him and forced a bit on the brakes when he felt it stood out too much from him. Not because he wanted it as much as possible against him but not to lose her balance. A little devil on his shoulder the imaginary taunting an air grinning: "Yes! Of course, not that it falls! In trying to make you believe that! . Lynn
often changed his place of hands. Kevin was confused. Is she engaged in a pat down for a judge the quality of the beast or she simply just could not decide for one position or another. They soon reached the parking lot of the restaurant. Kevin felt a regret chest Lynn quit his back and almost felt a shiver despite the summer temperatures. He is blessed to have bought a sports car. There was that kind of bikes to force the passenger to stick her tits in the back of his driver. Lynn took off his helmet a graceful gesture and shook his blond mane in all directions to give it a wide to form strands that helmet was crushed.
They walked towards the terrace and settled at a table that allowed a full view of the lights of the city.
- You're beautiful eyes, you know. Lynn told him planting his gaze into hers.
- You too. Kevin replied by cursing out immediately have a response as inept. It would have to find better if he would crack his handsome.
Lynn stretched an arm movement behind the neck which caused her bustier swell alarmingly. Kevin had heard the seams almost groaning under the strain. Unless it is his hormones screaming to death.
- the bike is really cool. Drivers very well and you said it. I'm not afraid at all with you.
Kevin was on his little cloud. She was hooked and he had only to strike a blow dry. They ate their ice eyes in the eye and smiled, without saying a word. A moment of complicity between two people who know they live around anything specific without knowing how to define it. Half an hour later, Lynn was cementing his chest in the back of Kevin for his pleasure. They descended at a rapid pace, but not too much. Kevin a little apprehensive about returning.
He knew too that stance to take. Bring it back directly to her? Pass by his house? The first solution, if Lynn was well disposed towards him, might break the mood. Genre: "I've wandered thank you for the next evening! . The typical attitude of the guy unable to behave responsibly and as a man to cash a possible refusal. The second might be interpreted as follows: "Here, ma'am, it's time to pay the fare and do not forget the tip thank you! . Kevin knew from experience that the vanity of women was a weapon that could be very useful, but handle with care.
Boasting a stop at a stop sign, he straightened up and turned to her and asked her if she wanted to continue the ride or go home.
- Let's go. He said her voice disorder responsible for sweet promises of lust.
- 26 Impasse De Ligny. She said in a whisper by sliding his hands under his jacket.
Kevin had to find fault with his bike. A reservoir al'entrejambe too prominent in certain circumstances. Ten minutes later, Kevin crutches the bike on the sidewalk outside the entrance. Entering the service stairs, Kevin threw a glance at the label of the mailbox that Lynn had just opened. Lynn was the diminutive Evelyne yearlings.
arrived in the third and last floor, Lynn inserted a key into the door and opened it on a F2 attic. It was kind of tidy but not too much. A storage pointed to a slight disorder. Not an internal clinical and soulless nor a mess where you could losing calves, cows, pigs, broods.
Few pictures on the walls, three green plants, no pets in the apartment. His eyes glazed noticed the floor. It guided him to the lounge where a corner sofa in faux leather highlighted by a true glass coffee table and a thick stack of women's magazines in a corner occupies most of the main room. Arrived to sofa, there were about two meters to cross to get to a room occupied was eighty percent of a huge bed covered with a quilt that sported an electric blue, happy, two purple dolphin. A teddy bear sits between two cushions roses looked in her eyes fixed lenses seemed to say: "I'm on my territory and I do not tolerate any other male than me."
Lynn was busy in the kitchen. Ranging in a hurry some cutlery and pans to dry in the betting drainer. She seemed a little nervous too.
- Want a drink? Kevin
declined the offer, feeling the embarrassment of Lynn. It was, for his part a little more comfortable. He decided to relax the atmosphere that was becoming increasingly burdensome and leaned on the edge of the wooden bar that marked the separation between the open kitchen and living room.
- All things considered, I'd rather have a whiskey coke. Ca us relax a little like the other night.
Lynn giggled.
- Do not think of me again this evening, I am ashamed. I drank like a fish and conducted myself as a drag.
- But not all. We had a little forced dose is all. It is I who behaved like a moron.
- Why you say that?
- I had a beautiful woman who agrees with me that I sleep with her and I'm too drunk to find the room, just enough strength to fail on the couch. Lynn
sketched a little embarrassed smile. She put a glass of whiskey and cola before Kevin would poured another. They drank in silence and Lynn planted his blue eyes into his.
- And there you'll get lost in the living room or you'll find the way to the room?
- I think if you lead me, I should be able to find.
A little red on the forehead, due to alcohol surely, she walked around the bar and grabbed Kevin's hand. She kissed him gently.
- Ca mind if I go into the bathroom first?
It does not bother Kevin at all. He would be reviewing the episode of the napkin around the breasts. Lynn closed the door of the bathroom.
Kevin found himself alone, he felt a kind of disorder. Was stupid. A nice bike ride, without the ground god damn thank you, Lynn seemed, was not, determined that the evening does not end there, not yet having gloomy thoughts. He looked through the window of a room type Electra Glide which is painfully parked outside the house opposite. "How can I buy such calves, it weighs a dead donkey and it does not advance. "The guy in the Harley locked Neiman and put his helmet in the top box.
- Okay, I finished. Lynn said the voice in his back.
Kevin turned around but she had already entered the room. He missed the exit the bathroom. "I hate Harleys" thought you it heading towards the shower. He turned the taps and undressed. He loved his hot showers to the point that when he left, steam had saturated the mirror of the lavatory. On it, a recording made with a finger coated with fat product made visible by moisture saying
I wait, I wait.
L.
Kevin left the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He opened the door to the room where, as he hoped, waited Lynn.
Lynn naked between the sheets, waited smiling. Then, all happening in slow motion. He advanced the pitch of the male on him and conquering and Lynn still smiling like a faithful companion to all the joy of the arrival of the warrior back in the country. But the more he advanced over the term of Lynn changed. At each step he took toward her, Lynn went back the duvet on his chest and his mouth opened into a silent scream, eyes rolled back in surprise and fear.
Kevin felt a presence behind him. The attack was brutal and effective. The man made no mistake. Someone - Lynn can be - screamed and chaos broke loose. Kevin saw a hand move in close to her face at a meteoric pace. A moment later, everything became scarlet around before diving into the black. The last thing he remembered before the sound does not cut like the picture: the howl of Lynn.
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