Alice had gone to town for the day, leaving Jimmy alone in their beautiful home of a small residential neighborhood. Jimmy had the day off, leaving h...mself to lounge around the house, listening to music, playing video games, among other things.Jimmy started to get a bit bored, so made his way to his bedroom. Sitting on his bed, he pondered what to do with himself. It was too early to sleep, and besides, he wasn't tired. He did have an idea what could make him a little drowsy though.He. I wont do it again. I said playing the part. Youre nothing but a whore. Do you sleep with all of them too? he asked. No, its just dancing. I said in a whisper. You lying bitch. You can not dance like that in front of men and expect them to not do anything. he said as he shook me. Please daddy. Im not lying. I cried. Well see about that. he said and picked up the paddle. Ill beat the truth out of you. No daddy please, please dont beat me! I am telling the truth. I said and he grabbed my arm and. My name is John. Ok John. I smiled. 15 minutes later we were at the Surly Bean, a local coffee house that was popular for its open mic nights. I was excited to hear some poetry since a bit of art always gets excites me. We got our coffee and had a seat at the table. As the night rolled on we made intellectual banter while listening to the poets read their work. I lost count of how many poems I heard until the coffee house owner stood up and announced that John would be reading something. « Il ne vient jamais personne » songe-t-elle. Ni une, ni deux, elle se déshabille en un tour de main et plonge dans la mer, elle fait quelques brasses puis ressort de l’eau et, attrapant ses vêtements, elle se précipite sur l’herbe pour se sécher au soleil.Elle s’allonge sur le ventre, un peu gênée de sa nudité, puis elle se gourmande « non je suis seule, elle l’ont dit, et puis, qu’est ce que je risque » et elle se retourne pour bien profiter du soleil.Elle sent le vent chaud et doux parcourir.