Thursday, January 21, 2010

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STORY
were in a corner. A pair of tall, dark, chunky. I saw them in the morning when he returned to find cucumbers, unsuccessfully, in the only store in this damn town. More than handsome, I found attractive, so virile that caused me imagine them with a good machete each. Hello I made by hand from the car. One squatted, and the other shook his head slightly as if to say yes. I spied the latter in the mirror, stroking his tight pants bulge while the car was still staring.
I turned a few blocks later: it had to happen again with that pair of males. I picked up the battered boulevard leading to the river and I turned into a cobblestone alley. Were the same place. The one with the eyes turned to me with a look of absolutely charming bastard. At first glance, it was clear that the man brought up well. Still, I did not know what to say or do. I got at the first street I found and went straight to my grandmother's house without the cucumbers that I had requested.
What idiot! I could have said something, anything, sorry, do not know where I can find cucumbers?, For example, to tell me you do these serve? touching down there, take them on the boulevard that goes into the river and mamárselas and cogieran until I could not sit back. It was not to pass by in front of a third time: what if they were not beetles? So to avoid frustration, I decided to take a nap. Just not to continue insulting me for having missed the only chance of sex I've had since, for almost a month, my parents insisted on sending me this fucking holiday village for her company to my grandmother. Really that what idiot!
At dusk, a sound of chains and locks I woke-bian has raped a girl here, and who knows if, God protect him, the bastards that did it still would walk around, I said my grandmother. The best thing was to ensure good home.
was a neighbor who brought the news. The girl told my grandmother, had no more than eight years and, as was very naughty and would always put my feet into the river, or watch cows pens, or to make stone houses, nobody was surprised not to see a few seconds, minutes, half an hour, where is the girl?, what he's doing this creature? And so it was several days, ma'am, and the girl, nothing. What little I had not heard? And my grandmother, oh, no, I'm always the last in the village learn of things. Well, it turns out that this afternoon and found her, poor thing, sure there were more than one, was raped. She was lying under a bush, it naked, covered up the hair of coagulated blood, who had grabbed a machete, Donna, told the neighbor to my grandmother. And my grandmother, oh, child, this no name: that, when they checked the body, proved that not only had been in front: he had torn the ass.
Several hours passed, and my grandmother could not stop mourn, and I, Andel, nana, better go to sleep. But then, and remembered and retold the fate of the small, exaggerating even what the neighbor had told him: again and again, without mercy, the broke, son, imagine what the girl must have felt, what that must hurt, making up the sides of the story did not know: these rogue security was threatened with machetes, he said be quiet, or I cut off the head, describing accuracy, detail, those parts that seemed the most sordid: they dropped their machetes on the shoulders, bang on the back, bang, bang, neck, bang, legs, bang, bang, sex , bang, head, bang, bang, until the left made a lump almost unrecognizable, look how brave you, do this to a child.
When, overcome by sleep, left to mourn, I accompanied her to her room, helped her get under the covers, I gave him a kiss on the forehead, forget all, Grandma. And I wanted to catch it then its worth, to my pain and anger and helplessness I felt, by God, they killed that girl in the most rump, they destroyed. And I went to the bathroom. Ass. I unzipped his pants. He opened a rusty pair of hands, strong, gigantic. I grabbed the whistle y. It's really hard to put inside. I masturbated thinking about a pair of rapists brave, determined, breaking the chains of my house with a machete and attacked my bed desperate, hungry for sex, like me.