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Thursday, November 22, 2007
Viking Ship Model Plan
....... I get up. Maeve continues to sleep. Her clothes are scattered around the room. Tripping over her bra. It's white, lacy. Much smaller than Monica steal. I pick it up. My fingers, as if they have their own life, begin to slip in the soft lace around the edges, at the seams. A twinge of excitement in the back me up. But is not the time. Before I have to figure out the meaning of the code. I curled up with the support and hide it inside the minibar, behind two bottles of rum. Collecting Lingerie is becoming an addiction.
....... Before I left, Maeve gently kiss on the cheek.
....... Under reception. I attend a woman in her thirties. It has a very Asian features marked. Black hair in a bun messy and a granny glasses with a pink frame, giving it a casual air. Wears the uniform of the hotel. A suit jacket, dark blue trousers. Mee puts his nameplate Chi. ....... I teach the envelope and its contents. I want to find out who left the message.
....... Women check out, then frowns in an attempt to remember something.
....... - I know this code! "I finally said, with evident satisfaction, as if he had guessed the response of a TV contest. Is the one used in the "London Library" to archive volumes. I worked there one season. It is old, no longer used.
....... I'm speechless. That has to be a joke. How can the receptionist of the hotel, having worked in the library where the book kept covered code is chasing me these last days? No one believe it! Now I just need to offer your help.
....... "My shift is almost over," continued she, "if you want I can accompany you. You can not see any book if you're not a member.
....... joer! Also I guess.
....... accept the offer with a slight nod. And with a smile.
....... "Give me five minutes, I take off my uniform.
....... Suddenly the picture Mee Chi with camouflage pants and military boots takes shape in my head. That would be too!
....... - No, please do not! "I replied anxiously.
....... Mee Chi takes a step backwards. And he looks in silence. Do not know how to interpret my reaction. I, to tide him I bow the Eastern style. And I almost head against the counter. Work, get him smile.
....... In five minutes we are in a taxi to St. James's Square.
....... - Why did not you have wanted me to change the uniform? She asks when seated inside the vehicle.
....... "Why would you wear camouflage trousers and black boots military-answer safely.
....... - camouflage pants? "Black boots? What guy are rarer! I was going to wear a miniskirt. I love miniskirts.
....... joer! We arrived
"The London Library." entered. Mee Chi breaks through with ease among the visitors, stands at the counter and hands the paper with the code responsible for the consultations.
....... librarian study it carefully. Then move your head from side to side.
....... -This code belongs to the "unclassifiable." Sorry, not my thing. I have to call Miss Potter. It alone clarifies down there.
....... - Miss Potter? "Down there? I ask myself.
....... "Yes," answered Mee Chi. Below the main building is the old warehouse. A myriad of corridors, tunnels and rooms. Is no longer used. There are only a few books. Texts unimportant or bad. Miss Potter is the most senior librarian. Was in charge of the store for over thirty years.
....... We sat down to wait.
....... Miss Potter finally materializes before us. It is an old woman, tiny, fragile and slow movements. Look at the sheet with the code, without betraying any emotion, tells us that follow. We crossed two rooms with high ceilings and large windows. Then we turn right and go down a spiral staircase. Finally we went into the old warehouse. The white walls of the upper walls give way to some irregular, a mixture of rock and concrete. Some old lamps provide some clarity.
....... We walk for nearly ten minutes narrow corridors, turning to the left and right every few meters. With horror I realize that I could not return alone. A few drops of sweat appear on my forehead. Finally the old stops running and enters a small room. A dozen books rest on a wooden shelf.
....... - must be here! "Said Miss Potter, with just a trickle of voice. These books are not graded books that did not have to write ever.
....... Then start searching, to check the codes one by one.
....... - Not! Not here! "He says confidently and points to the front room, where there is only an old wooden table. And a metal box on it.
....... - There! "I said grabbing my arm. There is, within of the box.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Remember Quotes Exams
bite Redheads (III)
three o'clock. I just left my hotel in South Kensington to attend the event. I stayed up late last night I could not keep the promise to take only a whiskey. I choose the longer route, which climbs Queensgate. I bordering Hyde Park. Walking helps me clear my head. I am happy. The events of recent days have changed. I do not hurt the mistakes of the past or worry me
to the future. I am like a traveler who has decided to divest himself of a heavy and unnecessary luggage. I've learned to live the present.
....... Arrive at Harvey Nichols doors without almost giving me account. I stand near a window, swinging away from pedestrians to wait. Attend the event "my hostess redhead? Will it miniskirt?
....... At four o'clock I see in the distance, his saffron hair in the crowd. When he finally appears to me I can not help bursting into laughter. Wears black combat boots, camouflage trousers, a tank top and a denim jacket. I've lived it! What in the world? "Gone are the skirts?
....... Maeve remains somewhat surprised by my reaction.
....... - Do not like my clothes? She asks and gives around on itself so you can see his outfit. Then picture me two kisses. When your lips come in contact with my cheeks feel the heat and humidity of your mouth. A shiver down my back.
....... - I love it! "I answer. This is the first time I have an appointment with a girl dressed like that.
....... How well I learned to lie!
....... We went to the bar, on the fifth floor. I call the "Afternoon Tea Harvey Nichols." Sandwiches, croissants, pastries, butter, pieces of cake and, of course, tea.
....... It takes half an hour serve. Maeve takes to make me a summary of his life. He speaks of his work, about their peers, where he bought his boots. I listen without looking away for a moment.
....... food finally arrived. Maeve pulling head. It starts with a cucumber sandwich, egg and mayonnaise. I do the same. Then zampa a cupcake. Me too. Then another sandwich. I follow. Unintentionally, lunch becomes a "face" in a fight to see who eats faster and faster.
....... After four sandwiches, two cakes and a piece of cheesecake in the afternoon it makes me uphill. It is impossible to swallow all that with a hot tea. If I had a cold Coke ...
....... Just when I'm ready to give Maeve backing down in the chair. Her mouth is filled with a mixture of cheesecake and salmon sandwich. She looks at me seriously for a few seconds after he loses control and explodes into laughter, spreading the contents of his mouth in a radius of five feet. I won! I managed to finish my part of the meal! Now I have nausea.
....... decided to leave. As we go downstairs to reach the main entrance Maeve suddenly stopped in front of a tester LEVIS. Nothing but a denim curtain hanging from a hoop.
....... "You won," he says with a wink, you are entitled to a prize.
....... Salta my internal alarm. I do not trust. Is Irish. The Irish can not stand losing. I suspect that seeks revenge.
....... But I have no choice. Maeve takes my sleeve and dragged me into the tester. Without hesitation begins to stretch my sweater until you get get it out. My alarm sounds even louder. Then my belt and unzip my jeans also disappear. Within seconds I only have your underwear. Maeve is very close to me, her breasts rub against my chest, feel his rapid breathing. Finally I started the final garment. My brain stops working giving the command to another part of the body.
....... Suddenly his anger stops, away from me, bends down, picks up my clothes from the floor and vanishes from the tester, leaving only naked y. .. tense.
....... close my eyes and swallowed hard. I knew, I knew and I knew it! Played me again.
....... But I have no time to think, a strong tingling invades my body. The devil, once again comes to the rescue and take control of my actions. I leave the tester naked and running, I stand next to Maeve had already been a few feet away. She is shocked. She looks at me in disbelief. An elderly woman watching us. It has been blindfolded with their hands, leaving a slit between the fingers to keep looking.
....... - Are you crazy? We are going to stop! "I said almost screaming and pushed me back into the tester.
....... Now I who is in charge. With my hand the way I look inside your shirt. Does not resist. However, when I have free rein, a member of Harvey Nichols opens up a curtain pull tester and break the magic of the moment.
....... The situation does not allow any kind of reasonable explanation. He loosened three tickets fifty pounds, and settle the matter.
....... Once in the street and the clothes we took a taxi and headed to my hotel. I have a suite. And a Brand minibar.
....... five o'clock in the morning. Maeve sleeps at my side. I rise to make a Coca-Cola. I ache all over. Nobody had warned me that redheads bite.
....... back to bed while I realize that there is an envelope on the table entry. Carries no name. I examine slowly, then take out the leaf interior. Handwritten in block letters is a number: "CRU8659."
....... is the fourth time I see this code in two days. I have to find its meaning . 
three o'clock. I just left my hotel in South Kensington to attend the event. I stayed up late last night I could not keep the promise to take only a whiskey. I choose the longer route, which climbs Queensgate. I bordering Hyde Park. Walking helps me clear my head. I am happy. The events of recent days have changed. I do not hurt the mistakes of the past or worry me
to the future. I am like a traveler who has decided to divest himself of a heavy and unnecessary luggage. I've learned to live the present. 
....... Arrive at Harvey Nichols doors without almost giving me account. I stand near a window, swinging away from pedestrians to wait. Attend the event "my hostess redhead? Will it miniskirt?
....... At four o'clock I see in the distance, his saffron hair in the crowd. When he finally appears to me I can not help bursting into laughter. Wears black combat boots, camouflage trousers, a tank top and a denim jacket. I've lived it! What in the world? "Gone are the skirts?
....... Maeve remains somewhat surprised by my reaction.
....... - Do not like my clothes? She asks and gives around on itself so you can see his outfit. Then picture me two kisses. When your lips come in contact with my cheeks feel the heat and humidity of your mouth. A shiver down my back.
....... - I love it! "I answer. This is the first time I have an appointment with a girl dressed like that.
....... How well I learned to lie!
....... We went to the bar, on the fifth floor. I call the "Afternoon Tea Harvey Nichols." Sandwiches, croissants, pastries, butter, pieces of cake and, of course, tea.
....... It takes half an hour serve. Maeve takes to make me a summary of his life. He speaks of his work, about their peers, where he bought his boots. I listen without looking away for a moment.
....... food finally arrived. Maeve pulling head. It starts with a cucumber sandwich, egg and mayonnaise. I do the same. Then zampa a cupcake. Me too. Then another sandwich. I follow. Unintentionally, lunch becomes a "face" in a fight to see who eats faster and faster.
....... After four sandwiches, two cakes and a piece of cheesecake in the afternoon it makes me uphill. It is impossible to swallow all that with a hot tea. If I had a cold Coke ...
....... Just when I'm ready to give Maeve backing down in the chair. Her mouth is filled with a mixture of cheesecake and salmon sandwich. She looks at me seriously for a few seconds after he loses control and explodes into laughter, spreading the contents of his mouth in a radius of five feet. I won! I managed to finish my part of the meal! Now I have nausea.
....... decided to leave. As we go downstairs to reach the main entrance Maeve suddenly stopped in front of a tester LEVIS. Nothing but a denim curtain hanging from a hoop.
....... "You won," he says with a wink, you are entitled to a prize.
....... Salta my internal alarm. I do not trust. Is Irish. The Irish can not stand losing. I suspect that seeks revenge.
....... But I have no choice. Maeve takes my sleeve and dragged me into the tester. Without hesitation begins to stretch my sweater until you get get it out. My alarm sounds even louder. Then my belt and unzip my jeans also disappear. Within seconds I only have your underwear. Maeve is very close to me, her breasts rub against my chest, feel his rapid breathing. Finally I started the final garment. My brain stops working giving the command to another part of the body.
....... Suddenly his anger stops, away from me, bends down, picks up my clothes from the floor and vanishes from the tester, leaving only naked y. .. tense.
....... close my eyes and swallowed hard. I knew, I knew and I knew it! Played me again.
....... But I have no time to think, a strong tingling invades my body. The devil, once again comes to the rescue and take control of my actions. I leave the tester naked and running, I stand next to Maeve had already been a few feet away. She is shocked. She looks at me in disbelief. An elderly woman watching us. It has been blindfolded with their hands, leaving a slit between the fingers to keep looking.
....... - Are you crazy? We are going to stop! "I said almost screaming and pushed me back into the tester.
....... Now I who is in charge. With my hand the way I look inside your shirt. Does not resist. However, when I have free rein, a member of Harvey Nichols opens up a curtain pull tester and break the magic of the moment.
....... The situation does not allow any kind of reasonable explanation. He loosened three tickets fifty pounds, and settle the matter.
....... Once in the street and the clothes we took a taxi and headed to my hotel. I have a suite. And a Brand minibar.
....... five o'clock in the morning. Maeve sleeps at my side. I rise to make a Coca-Cola. I ache all over. Nobody had warned me that redheads bite.
....... back to bed while I realize that there is an envelope on the table entry. Carries no name. I examine slowly, then take out the leaf interior. Handwritten in block letters is a number: "CRU8659."
....... is the fourth time I see this code in two days. I have to find its meaning .
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Transparent Bra Wikipedia
bite Redheads (II)
I've done. I started a yes to the redhead. Morning at four o'clock for tea. But I'm not entirely happy. I can not keep Monica in my thoughts. "Snacking with another can be considered a betrayal? Yes, I guess so.
....... look at the clock at the airport, is seven. Bill Gates decided to visit this afternoon. S
and staying at the Ritz Hotel in central London.
....... During the underground tour, I realize that I have no plan to get there. It's a new feeling for me, I whenever I have a plan, even for the smallest tasks. My life tends to be organized at one hundred percent. That I find it disconcerting to improvise and enjoyable at the same time.
....... Once in the lobby of the hotel ask for Mr. Gates.
....... - Suite Berkeley, seventh floor, "she replied a young receptionist color, without even looking up. At this time not in the hotel.
....... The news makes me wonder, of course I do not want to waste the night waiting, time is a scarce commodity for me. I choose to make a small change in my plan. I'll settle for sneak into his suite and leave a message.
....... ascend in the elevator. I have no idea what awaits me. Is likely to be an important security service. What I found left me speechless: a cleaning woman from the Philippines. Stands guard near the door of the suite. She is small and fragile appearance. It does not seem a major obstacle. I approached her with a smile.
....... When I'm about two feet from the door, the woman gets up and begins to rant in an incomprehensible language. I guess filipino. Back off a jump, startled. The woman calms down and sits back down. Wait a few seconds and try another approach. More of the same. Shouts and threats from Mrs. It automatically! When approaching a stranger and repels active threat.
....... I decide then to use the international language. I take out a hundred pound, a hundred and fifty euro and I give it, being careful that I do not bite the hand. I understand perfectly. With its master key opens my door suite.
....... I go and start the registration of the apartment. I can not find anything relevant in the two bedrooms, or in the luxurious lounge. Only in the small office down the hall, tripping over something noteworthy. Above the desk rests a laptop. Bill's computer. The Holy Santorum of all computers.
....... I stand there, dumbfounded, in front of such disclosure. Then, moving as if turning off a nuclear weapon, I press the start button. At first everything seems to develop normally, until I hear the typical sound of Windows, however, suddenly, the screen displays a menacing yellow box. You must enter a password.
....... course, was to be expected. The computer is protected with a sophisticated, tech and impenetrable security system. Sure that the password is a combination of letters and numbers about thirty-five digits. Impossible to guess.
....... Well, do not lose anything by trying. I go and click "BILL". Yellow screen disappears leaving me full access to the computer. If the story does not believe anyone.
....... start to dig like crazy in the bowels of the computer, open folders, files, etc. Surely there has got Bill the details of his plan for world domination by your operating system. I have to find him and save humanity. Uff, I think I'm doing the head.
....... , no! Nothing sinister plans. Only financial reports and notes for lectures. The guy is the most boring.
....... I Finally something interesting. The folder of photos. Who not have a folder with photographs taken without a lot of clothes and some drinks too? Or only do I have?
....... I stop. It is not right to pry into the private life of another human being. The only qualms I lasts two seconds after I shot the head. Bill is not a human being, Bill.
....... begin to browse the photographs. A shiver goes up my back. Joer with Bill, I take the "boring." There are photos where is "busy" with a secretary, some with two secretaries and three secretaries and a secretary. The latter did not know where to look, whether above or below. These pictures are better than that we took my ex and I when we bought the handcuffs.
....... sure this material get Microsoft products free for life.
....... Now it is nine and a half. It's time to go. With how well I was having!
....... Turning off the annoying computer beep my attention. The screen displays an error message: CRU 8659. I can not believe. Again this number. First on my British reserve, after the identification chapita stewardess and now here. I feel like Fox Mulder in "The X Files." That starts to worry.
....... already just my third day of the covenant. Everything is going very well despite the devil is not in great lengths, all the work I'm doing it by myself. Maybe I have pushed the time to sell my soul .
....... urgently need a drink. Whiskey. No ice.
....... Only one, I have an appointment tomorrow for tea and want to be in shape. 
I've done. I started a yes to the redhead. Morning at four o'clock for tea. But I'm not entirely happy. I can not keep Monica in my thoughts. "Snacking with another can be considered a betrayal? Yes, I guess so.
....... look at the clock at the airport, is seven. Bill Gates decided to visit this afternoon. S
and staying at the Ritz Hotel in central London. ....... During the underground tour, I realize that I have no plan to get there. It's a new feeling for me, I whenever I have a plan, even for the smallest tasks. My life tends to be organized at one hundred percent. That I find it disconcerting to improvise and enjoyable at the same time.
....... Once in the lobby of the hotel ask for Mr. Gates.
....... - Suite Berkeley, seventh floor, "she replied a young receptionist color, without even looking up. At this time not in the hotel.
....... The news makes me wonder, of course I do not want to waste the night waiting, time is a scarce commodity for me. I choose to make a small change in my plan. I'll settle for sneak into his suite and leave a message.
....... ascend in the elevator. I have no idea what awaits me. Is likely to be an important security service. What I found left me speechless: a cleaning woman from the Philippines. Stands guard near the door of the suite. She is small and fragile appearance. It does not seem a major obstacle. I approached her with a smile.
....... When I'm about two feet from the door, the woman gets up and begins to rant in an incomprehensible language. I guess filipino. Back off a jump, startled. The woman calms down and sits back down. Wait a few seconds and try another approach. More of the same. Shouts and threats from Mrs. It automatically! When approaching a stranger and repels active threat.
....... I decide then to use the international language. I take out a hundred pound, a hundred and fifty euro and I give it, being careful that I do not bite the hand. I understand perfectly. With its master key opens my door suite.
....... I go and start the registration of the apartment. I can not find anything relevant in the two bedrooms, or in the luxurious lounge. Only in the small office down the hall, tripping over something noteworthy. Above the desk rests a laptop. Bill's computer. The Holy Santorum of all computers.
....... I stand there, dumbfounded, in front of such disclosure. Then, moving as if turning off a nuclear weapon, I press the start button. At first everything seems to develop normally, until I hear the typical sound of Windows, however, suddenly, the screen displays a menacing yellow box. You must enter a password.
....... course, was to be expected. The computer is protected with a sophisticated, tech and impenetrable security system. Sure that the password is a combination of letters and numbers about thirty-five digits. Impossible to guess.
....... Well, do not lose anything by trying. I go and click "BILL". Yellow screen disappears leaving me full access to the computer. If the story does not believe anyone.
....... start to dig like crazy in the bowels of the computer, open folders, files, etc. Surely there has got Bill the details of his plan for world domination by your operating system. I have to find him and save humanity. Uff, I think I'm doing the head.
....... , no! Nothing sinister plans. Only financial reports and notes for lectures. The guy is the most boring.
....... I Finally something interesting. The folder of photos. Who not have a folder with photographs taken without a lot of clothes and some drinks too? Or only do I have?
....... I stop. It is not right to pry into the private life of another human being. The only qualms I lasts two seconds after I shot the head. Bill is not a human being, Bill.
....... begin to browse the photographs. A shiver goes up my back. Joer with Bill, I take the "boring." There are photos where is "busy" with a secretary, some with two secretaries and three secretaries and a secretary. The latter did not know where to look, whether above or below. These pictures are better than that we took my ex and I when we bought the handcuffs.
....... sure this material get Microsoft products free for life.
....... Now it is nine and a half. It's time to go. With how well I was having!
....... Turning off the annoying computer beep my attention. The screen displays an error message: CRU 8659. I can not believe. Again this number. First on my British reserve, after the identification chapita stewardess and now here. I feel like Fox Mulder in "The X Files." That starts to worry.
....... already just my third day of the covenant. Everything is going very well despite the devil is not in great lengths, all the work I'm doing it by myself. Maybe I have pushed the time to sell my soul .
....... urgently need a drink. Whiskey. No ice.
....... Only one, I have an appointment tomorrow for tea and want to be in shape.
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