You are Danish and I am Dutch. It would not go. Ouryellow servicemen had failed and 7000 people are dead. Your country removed ourcover-up story and f...rever a relationship would be impossible. Ihate your like. My betraying body and my lust for you makes me hate myself. Itis for me not acceptable. Itseems that your girlfriend are more than just a friend. Your kisses andlaughing makes it seems that we have a married couple to take care about. Itis contemptuous to illustrate such an unnatural. Lick my cunt. Lick your mother’s hot cunt. Lick my slit, taste my hot juices. Make me cum on your hot tongue. Make my pussy cum all over your face, baby.”Tim had left his chair and was now on his knees at the foot of the bed, where Jennifer’s head was resting. He was pawing at her fleshy tits and whispered nasty words into her ear.“Do you like my surprise, baby? Do you like that your son, our son, is eating you out?”“Fuck yeah,” Jennifer sighed in response. “I fucking love it. Its the best. I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew my mind was right.My eyes set upon a thick carrot resting on the cutting board, already peeled and about to be chopped. Abandoning the eggplant for now, I shaped the carrot end to a rough rounded knob, and carved out a narrower neck below it. I coated the end of it with butter. It was the butter I was going to use to sweat the vegetables. My fingers trembled slightly.Squatting over the floor, I prepared to impale myself by holding my breath. A whimper. It was as dirty and untidy as any other second-rate café she knew of – certainly nothing unusual there. A night porter called Jack was almost falling asleep over his bacon and eggs, Mrs Black from admissions was looking into her cup at the tea leaves while Liz, who’d be late reporting for duty, was shyly holding hands with the new porter already dubbed with the nickname of Stallion. Marg marched forward, now aware that tales of Mr Ratanui’s café might be over-exaggerated – or were mornings not.