I'm still in swim class, I have not abandoned. The monitor (hereafter call it ... em ... Monitor) that gives me class is majete, although from the first day I saw him, I'm in a sea of \u200b\u200bdoubt. Since I could not waved away a thought in my head:
How I know this guy? Monitor
sounds like a lot. In fact I want to sound of a night of drinking and dancing. Going to sound horrible, but it seems to me that this guy took me sometime Pleistocene. Or just looks like a guy who tried unsuccessfully to link with us? I do not know, the night (and the time and glasses) I'm confused. The point is that you perfectly visualize the site of Molona music and people talking past the ear thread smarmy tone. The next question is: do you remember him from such a thing? Sound familiar? Or definitely confused me uncle or life?
Sometimes those questions makes me feel a little uncomfortable. This inconvenience will one day become great shame for something that happened. I was stuck in the pool, hanging on the curb waiting to give me instructions (four long Crowler doing handstands on the bottom of the pool and singing the Marseillaise!), till it came and squatted. With legs spread. I look at his face, but on the way from the curb to your face, my eyes stumbled upon something.
Get on your face. I could not believe I had to check, so I took one second quick look, but no other intention. Yes
egg, and all their hairs protruded from his shorts!
I looked down, grabbed me even more with my hands and dug my eyes curb its rough texture. The curb, of course. But this guy how many people will taught her genitalia? Would not be aware that from below, if it does not underwear or has very loose, if it becomes so, you see the eggs? Is it an oversight? "A strange tactic of sexual approach? "" Need for freedom and to air their young? "Hippie rebel? While I thought all this, trying not to look up, because if you do not control, sometimes the eyes will not want certain things you should not look like tits too lush or an accident or grain or egg huge treacherous. And I repeated like a mantra "miraelbordillo, elbordilloestuamigo, québonitoypocopeludoestubordillo).
- And blablabla, you take these weights and do four lengths back ... Ok?
- Yes
- Misia, have you heard insurance?
- Sísisisisi.
I began to swim quickly, to remove the shock off. Seeing the egg on my monitor, the same I think he tried to flirt with me years ago, I did feel a tad uncomfortable. Half of the pool became uncomfortable feeling of ridiculousness and I got a fit of laughter. I had to grab the lane because of the laughter began to swallow water and gasping.
Back to my curb, I noticed Monitor:
- Eh! do not drown, I just snack and I'm not jumping in the pool for you. "
top of that was because of her egg, not mine.
How I know this guy? Monitor
sounds like a lot. In fact I want to sound of a night of drinking and dancing. Going to sound horrible, but it seems to me that this guy took me sometime Pleistocene. Or just looks like a guy who tried unsuccessfully to link with us? I do not know, the night (and the time and glasses) I'm confused. The point is that you perfectly visualize the site of Molona music and people talking past the ear thread smarmy tone. The next question is: do you remember him from such a thing? Sound familiar? Or definitely confused me uncle or life?
Sometimes those questions makes me feel a little uncomfortable. This inconvenience will one day become great shame for something that happened. I was stuck in the pool, hanging on the curb waiting to give me instructions (four long Crowler doing handstands on the bottom of the pool and singing the Marseillaise!), till it came and squatted. With legs spread. I look at his face, but on the way from the curb to your face, my eyes stumbled upon something.
Get on your face. I could not believe I had to check, so I took one second quick look, but no other intention. Yes
egg, and all their hairs protruded from his shorts!
I looked down, grabbed me even more with my hands and dug my eyes curb its rough texture. The curb, of course. But this guy how many people will taught her genitalia? Would not be aware that from below, if it does not underwear or has very loose, if it becomes so, you see the eggs? Is it an oversight? "A strange tactic of sexual approach? "" Need for freedom and to air their young? "Hippie rebel? While I thought all this, trying not to look up, because if you do not control, sometimes the eyes will not want certain things you should not look like tits too lush or an accident or grain or egg huge treacherous. And I repeated like a mantra "miraelbordillo, elbordilloestuamigo, québonitoypocopeludoestubordillo).
- And blablabla, you take these weights and do four lengths back ... Ok?
- Yes
- Misia, have you heard insurance?
- Sísisisisi.
I began to swim quickly, to remove the shock off. Seeing the egg on my monitor, the same I think he tried to flirt with me years ago, I did feel a tad uncomfortable. Half of the pool became uncomfortable feeling of ridiculousness and I got a fit of laughter. I had to grab the lane because of the laughter began to swallow water and gasping.
Back to my curb, I noticed Monitor:
- Eh! do not drown, I just snack and I'm not jumping in the pool for you. "
top of that was because of her egg, not mine.
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