French said with a slight smile."On the house. I was jus' gonna make myself one. You like mustard?" No, please, let me earn it." Mr. French rose from ...he homemade checker board and found the push broom. He started on the far side of the store and worked his way toward the front door with very small shoves of the wide broom, raising little dust. When he had covered the whole area, lifting each chair at the four tables where men usually sat drinking their beer in the late afternoons, talking crop. La nieve de las manos se funde al contacto con el acero de la polea. La viga es de madera renegrida y ondula como la cola de un dragón, escamosa e hirviente.Una fuerza arrolladora propulsa mi cabeza hacia arriba. Mis ojos no caben en las órbitas. Lágrimas, lágrimas. Incandescencias. El aire que llega a mis pulmones quema. Centímetro a centímetro me elevo. La piel de mi cabeza se convierte en un creciente ardor. En un océano en llamas. Aprieto la boca para no dejar escapar un alarido. Alfileres. She was usually quiet and frankly everyone thought she must be a terrible bore. She still wore those nerdy glasses, but here her blouse was open and her tits were shoved out of her tight bra. Her lacy panties were crumbled up on top of the toilet, next to her security tag. She had one leg up against the toilet paper dispenser, and the other knee against the wall of the stall.I was still admiring her remarkable tits, when I realised what she was doing. She is fucking herself at work, in a. * * * * * * * * * * The night was cold and foggy. The moon was barely visible in the mists of the seaside area where a man walked alone. Raphael Cabrezi made his way down the deserted dock, his eyes searching the darkness around him. He was looking for someone, a man that was both widely known of and a complete enigma. The man who had hired him. As he walked, Rafe’s mind wandered back to the events that occurred a few hours before. He thought about what went on at the museum, and he wondered.