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After dinner

Here is a short story written by my thick GAO great friend! After dinner



- here it is my beautiful beautiful chick! ah ah ah!
- Christ's sake! roger! what a fright! Roger
approached her shoulders, like every night after dinner, by surprise, while the sink to rinse dishes.
- ha ha! ha ha! - Roger laughed.
- you got back there? - Carla churches trying to recover - the trick for me?
roger had his right arm behind his back, like every night. and laughed. oh if you laughed. ah! ah! ah! ah! had taken almost a twitch force of giggles.
- but why are you laughing so much tonight? - Carla asked trying to break free from the sink.
there was a tolling bell, the bird jumped out of the nest, she made twenty-cuckoo, then came back in a hurry to close up, covering his eyes with his wings.
- why I stare so? - Carla asked - want to make me die of fright?
- no, carla - roger replied calmly -. I do not want you to die of fright.
the smile became a paresis, looking elsewhere, already looking forward to later.
- I want you to die with this - said Roger. and pulled out the cleaver arm.
- but that takes you roger! ROGER! Roger
the punch right in the stomach. carla fell to his knees coughing breath. Roger then took her by the hair and dragged her on her knees in the middle of the kitchen.
- HELP! HELP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP! - Carla pleading as he looked death in the face, with makeup loose on the chin for the tears.
- do not love me? eh? I do not want any more? DICK! ROGER THAT HAPPENS!
- of course I love you, Carla - Roger said, raising his manna -. But ... make me crazy.