tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588545.post-1122463804771443852005-07-27T12:25:00.000+02:002005-07-28T16:49:24.816+02:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">D</span>ays and nights, nights and days they had spent in taming down eruption of wild passion. They loved each other and made love, shaking and waving, breathing together, ascending towards gusto of their life, having brief moments of rest when they hashed out best of poetry, arts - even political economy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/1600/8-love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/320/8-love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span>t was November, a frost bit the houses, streets were obscured by the mist and dark shadow of remorse.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span>ast day, he woke up alone.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>onika made him a nice cup of coffee. She had arranged clean white underwear, shirt and clothes for him. Then, she kissed his cheeks, his eyes and behind the ears. He didn't catch her eye, but it seemed like he has heard a faint cry. Women are strange.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">H</span>e mutely jumped out of bed and started dressing. Nice and neat clothes.<br /><br />- It suits you perfectly. - she said. - I think, <span style="font-style: italic;">he</span>'d also like to see you wearing it.<br /><br />- Yes, I'm sure <span style="font-style: italic;">he</span>'d like it. - Rastoder clarified cynically.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O</span>ut there, icy rain showered the haunted streets. Luckily, he had an umbrella. Her negligee was hanging loose around her bold breasts. She was so damned sexy.<br /><br />- Come back, asap. - she said.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>astoder hesitated.<br /><br />- ...or, please call me. At least... - she tried again.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span>hen he arrived home, Rastoder was depressed, cold and empty.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O</span>bviously, Vera was having a party. It was exactly a full house. One locky guy in undershirt, one foureyed nerd, one redhead broad with a great ass, one unsightly brunette. Vera was a jolly joker.<br /><br />- Tomcat's back home. Where've you been, Romeo? - she shouted.<br /><br />- Seems that I've not been missed so much. - Rastoder cryed.<br /><br />- You're wrong, Romeo. I'm all fucked up. Sinse yesterday, we're out of smoke. - Vera said.<br /><br />- So, I have to smoke you out?<br /><br />- Don't tire. I've borrowed some from in-kind neighborhood.<br /><br />- Great! Well, then, hi, everybody. - Rastoder weaved.<br /><br />- Yo, man! Errr... We drank that Chivas of your's. Don't get mad. Like... We liked it. - that was locky one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/1600/8-chivas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/320/8-chivas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />- Get me some booze, kid. Run, run! - Rastoder gave him an one-thousand bill.<br /><br />- Wow! You're fuckin Jack! I'm Rale. - Locky gave him a pot, for an exchange.<br /><br />- How nice... Learn, learn and learn again. Or spread the revolution! It's forbidden to hang around! - Rastoder has sauced them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8611827934816256"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel ="2403465966"; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Istvan Rastoderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02182192191600288719noreply@blogger.com