Alice Cooper, "Poison"
New chapter, folks! 'Nuff said ...
Grace stopped the verge of tears, overwhelmed. Rain was running down the path together with the small fugitive, while the woman feels faint, propped up by May. "Sammy!" He shouted, his voice broken with emotion, "Forgive me please."
The boy flew in the arm, already forgetful of everything that was not a sea of love and pampering. "No, excuse you, Mom. Do not do it anymore, I swear, "murmured the child sincerely contrite. And then, his Jewel had given him a pool! Sam felt that he could tackle anything. But still he did not want to do it without her tender mother. He knew he was good, sunny and biscuits, salty tears and roses freshly picked, he thought the small sticking his face in the hair of Grace.
"Tell the child that may come into play whenever we want" , said his mother still in tears, "contrary, why not let you know right away? Invite her here, I will prepare a delicious dessert. " Sammy smiled his mother really knew how to forgive. They both forget to May, who was staring at them with indulgent air as Neil, on the threshold, and Spectrum, which had remained on the sidelines not to interfere in a sequence so delicate believed to be an intruder in effect, so that was considering the idea of leaving quietly.
But, like reading in the thought of Rain, Grandma May turned to Sam with: "And now enters the house, naughty! Warn your girlfriend ended the embargo on! We will not play in one the phone? ". Sam said hello with his hand: "Goodbye, Mr. Rain, thanks a lot!" He added, "But that means embargo, Grandma?" And disappeared behind the door. Rain and Grace faced each other, left alone for the first time since the time.
"Thank you so much," whispered the woman looking down and arms crossed behind your back to suppress the yen fell on her neck, "for ... everything. " He did not answer. Barely smiled, perhaps embarrassed as herself. He watched her with those strange eyes black venom, ready to poison it again ... Grace blushed, hoping that if he had not noticed Rain.
"Stay with us for a slice of cake?", Scandium, continuing to avoid looking directly into her face. He had such a storm of feelings inside that he could not free herself from this inextricable tangle: relief, gratitude, frustration, pure happiness. He felt burst, poor Grace. "No, thanks. It 'an important time for you, the better you are alone. Maybe another time, "said Rain in her a nod just sketched.
Grace remained powerless to fix it, timid and too proud to run after him, too involved to not suffer horribly at the sight of his receding along the driveway. Infection occurred.
***
James opened his eyes to & rsquo ; dawn, the happiest man on face of the earth. He had a straw everywhere and an old song in my head.
When the first day, at dusk, was submitted to the Moon Gate Farm Crimson, he had tried to be ironic: "We are greeted by a couple of hours, you miss me already?" but had said in his usual voice tremor in the first fifteen-cotta. "I need help, actually. You're the only I know here in the area, "she joked, with a slight inflection in the quietly ironic. "You know, it looks like Balthazar is managing to do something with my sister, so the caravan in which sleep is usually off limits. Would you mind many guests for a night? The farm seems huge, you have plenty of room ... I swear I did not steal the silverware! ", Concluded the young man laughed.
How were found to roll on that pile of straw in the middle of bucolic cliché, James could not distinctly remember. Ah, yes: after the first few minutes of enthusiastic astonishment at seeing so early the woman of his dreams, the boy had ensured that the poor Karl slept the sleep of the righteous (or regret, which is equal to) the usual crib castle, and then invited his new drug to make a tour of the farm, just to pass harmlessly to the time before dinner. Dinner that had never happened, needless to say.
arrived at the stables, after passing some spoils the beautiful horses inherited from his uncle Max, Moon looked at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes and heard James had died. Like a cat climbing up the ladder rungs leading to the warehouse itself, shouting "And do you hide up here?" Had forced the girl to follow her and the rest was history.
The initiative was the primacy of either: they were accomplices happily into this a bit 'irresponsible and very stereotyped. They had eaten each other, so to speak. Although, obviously, to overturn it on the pile of sheaves was her, just for fun.
Watching her sleep next to him while still dawn, lost in memories of the fiery hours earlier, James gave up just caress her face, afraid to wake up and disappear quickly. He would not let her go. Never again.
Karl could not stay in bed. His brother did not seem to have stayed at home, it seemed, or had left before dawn. He got downstairs, there was a coffee and thought ironically of pampering with a newspaper in the morning, even though they had more time the postman deserted compared to those in which Karl was able to read his beloved magazine about fitness.
went out in the still sparkling, stroking just Sheperd. There he is: the boy was going through the mail at that time in front of the gate Crimson Farm. "Hey, you!", Addressed him angry, decided to ask why the newspapers were Tsegi and weekly magazine in which he had subscriber arrive regularly without any gadgets.
The young man with the cap and shoulder bag froze, paralyzed. Then reacted sharply: "He told me, sir? And no, that's enough! This is my job, we are calm, eh? It 's the fourth person in a crazy week! If you do not want trouble, why did you choose to subscribe? ". Karl stared at him with disdain.
"Well, nobody here is crazy, I think. And 'my right to know if ... No, wait a minute. Avoid tease me, please. I am very happy to receive my newspaper. Who would complain about it, sorry? "Said the blond, irritated. "Well, there was the old Rumsfeld that drunk, down to the quarry. And the twins Moskowitz, who ninety-two years still waiting for love letters two marines known a century ago and s'incazzano with me because I wear only flyers. And then the red out of my mind that the cabin is ...". His last words struck Karl like a gunshot. "As a red head off? Sorry, that cabin? I charge you, it is very important, "Karl said excitedly reaching out a crisp note to the boy whining.
"But yes, that chick - nice for charity, but as little dizzy - with a little girl who lives in prefabricated smashed down the country ... Redhead, a physicist and a crazy character m. .. bad, "says the mailman, pocketing the money. "Either you give me precise directions to get there," Karl whispered, ready for anything but still in disbelief, "or discover that I have problems with anger management and I vent on passers-by. I have no criminal convictions only because they are smart enough to leave no witnesses around, "he concluded with eyes and hands of a madman, wriggling frantically. The postman, of course, spoke - But the mail stopped arriving in Crimson Farm.
***
What Malcolm failed to say, between a roar and a slap on the wall, he was little. Indeed, to be precise, the news that her daughter had come out of hiding in the middle of the night she met a guy in a probable field nomads (irrelevant that he had taken back to live at home, safe and sound) the only sentence that the man had clearly decided it was the following: "Do not you dare to see him again or will never get more than the house. The paparazzi just waiting for a pretext to destroy the image, then do not see shit or worse for you. " In tears, furious as ever after two hours of fierce dispute, Vivica was a race to lock in his room.
Fortunately he was waiting for a sweet surprise. A gentle tapping at the glass showed her down the street, his almost-charming seducer who had resisted the idea of seeing her again. But the afternoon light did not allow a new mini-escape, especially as Malcolm and Juno, now closed in the bedroom but always alert to the windows would not have committed the same mistake twice. Vivi had a tachycardia embarrassing, but luckily for him, Claude from there would not have ever noticed.
broke into a smile, screwing up the glass while the Moretto is as close as possible to its window. They giggled at the absurdity of the situation, agreeing that it was necessary to communicate in a less daring, but the boy did not have a phone. Getting in return, with a happy surprise, the contacts of the gypsy seventeen less conventional computer he had ever imagined, Vivi beckoned him to speak more softly and still get away, before ...
In a moment they realized that it was already too late. Malcolm fell upon Claude and he was screaming in all colors, crazy beast. Thanks to Vivi, who had started screaming like an eagle to catch the attention of her father and allow Claude to slip away, the young man managed to sling the road and disappear in a flash. In response, Vivica ordered the father to go immediately to talk to her or would have committed a blunder.
clash with Malcolm was less hard than the teenager expected. While Juno continued to nap on his bed, seemingly carefree, father and daughter found themselves face to face in the girl's room - he belligerent, cold, and prepared her. Who spoke first: "Do not you dare to call the police or guards your ridiculous, dad, or I swear you'll forget even my face. I sit here now I hate to sound good in peace, and you'll come back to think and how to multiply your millions. But I do not think for a second something happens to him - you know that I could make you regret bitterly for having given me the number of the Vogue journalist. " Malcolm tried to argue, excitedly, but s'impappinò.
elegantly So he chose to cash in that part of its brain would have applauded enthusiastically the savoir faire of her child, while the rest of him would have gladly taken a slap. He nodded his head, then left her alone.
was only then that Vivi, after a sigh of relief as he closed again and lock the door of his room, allowed herself to calm down. Anger darkened the thoughts, poisoning the breath, the breath-taking. He quickly rushed mind local and on the computer, hoping that Claude was already at home and online.
Here. Bingo. Vivica did not ask if it was right or not what he would do. You feel it. The hands were shaking just smelling like under the influence of some powerful toxin, while wide-eyed with the strange boy was planning a radical change in the irresistible own destiny.
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