Aura , as so very many other young ladies… Willing to stand up….. or lie down…anything.. for one of those………… evidently
Casablanca/Pattaya/Bucuresti.. nothing changes.
A Sad reflection on Society
He also promised Aura "Love and Marriage" She, heavily into promises.. Omitted, as so many other men do, to fill her in on the facts ..having a wife and three children, the same age as Aura. That he was a alcoholic, eight pints every day, minimum .. Aura defended him, saying she "did not mind" That he also had a "Boyfriend" Aura considerably shaken at this. I knew people who knew him, even rang them for Aura to hear the truth for herself.. she still would not believe it ..what is my problem ? She discovered it all, ultimately…
Waited, what appeared to be a very long silence.. then throwing the whole pent up package at her.. pointing out how she had attacked even her two flat mates for giving the German the low down.. Maybe they tired of covering for her ..becoming apparent, everyone, including the people immediately surrounding her, were tired of Aura and her tricks ..her lies, her fantasies, Tricky Aura, a very close second to the other tricky bitch, Raluca.
Nothing against the German ..he, a nothing.
Nothing more than he appears to be.. A predator.. Nothing against anyone on this Planet other than those who have attempted to turn me over. Aura now falls into this category. No one has ever succeeded in fucking Peter.. not altogether. I may look stupid.. Do think a lot…. Aura tried really hard to screw me, even the last night before my departure for U.K. she had me waltzing round the stores… said all that …
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The Soprano
Door bell suddenly ringing, ringing, after about fifteen minutes, did not take much vibration, did not take much to realize it was Raluca, could feel her intensity, her impatience through the walls, through the flat. Door burst open, she burst in, singing at the top of her voice. Evidently, so they say, she is going to be one of the World’s best, so they say and she was not going to let anybody to forget it, not at this present moment.
She had grown, quite, shall we say, large, since I had last seen her. If she was going to be a Soprano, well then, her figure matched. Almost impossible to suppress her. Refused to stop singing, not singing quietly, singing as if she were in the Albert Hall, her voice would easy fill the Albert Hall, easily, without any effort on her part. Unsuppressed, unsuppressable, unstoppable.. Andreea’s soft voice, her soft tears, the tears, the soft tears in her brown eyes, swept away. Everything is swept away in front of Raluca.
Suddenly she required feeding.. told her she needed a bath, soaked in sweat. Refused the bath, becoming almost a hypochondriac, demanded Anadin tablets, demanded to be kept out of the draft, demanded full stop. Petrified of catching a cold before her examination, the final examination.
No room to think other than of Raluca. We trooped into SpringTime where she ordered quite large quantities of food which she devoured very quickly, quickly indeed.
In the flat she and Cynthia retired to the bath. Watched television, waited. Both appeared back, laughing, naked, falling about, falling into bed. Television switched off. Raluca needed to be brought on quickly, to have her period before the exam. Peter did his best to satisfy this requirement.
Evidently, singers believe if they perform during their period, they sing flat. Raluca did not wish to sing flat. She, never very demonstrative in bed, not during the act - apparently quite satisfied with my efforts, fell asleep.
Awakened at dawn, in the dawn light both Cynthia and Raluca making more demands. thought, “No one is going to believe this.”
Suddenly Raluca energized again. Time to go, time to throw the clothes on, time to go into her orbit once more. A mad rush, telephone the taxi, taxi whisking her quickly away.
She had grown, quite, shall we say, large, since I had last seen her. If she was going to be a Soprano, well then, her figure matched. Almost impossible to suppress her. Refused to stop singing, not singing quietly, singing as if she were in the Albert Hall, her voice would easy fill the Albert Hall, easily, without any effort on her part. Unsuppressed, unsuppressable, unstoppable.. Andreea’s soft voice, her soft tears, the tears, the soft tears in her brown eyes, swept away. Everything is swept away in front of Raluca.
Suddenly she required feeding.. told her she needed a bath, soaked in sweat. Refused the bath, becoming almost a hypochondriac, demanded Anadin tablets, demanded to be kept out of the draft, demanded full stop. Petrified of catching a cold before her examination, the final examination.
No room to think other than of Raluca. We trooped into SpringTime where she ordered quite large quantities of food which she devoured very quickly, quickly indeed.
In the flat she and Cynthia retired to the bath. Watched television, waited. Both appeared back, laughing, naked, falling about, falling into bed. Television switched off. Raluca needed to be brought on quickly, to have her period before the exam. Peter did his best to satisfy this requirement.
Evidently, singers believe if they perform during their period, they sing flat. Raluca did not wish to sing flat. She, never very demonstrative in bed, not during the act - apparently quite satisfied with my efforts, fell asleep.
Awakened at dawn, in the dawn light both Cynthia and Raluca making more demands. thought, “No one is going to believe this.”
Suddenly Raluca energized again. Time to go, time to throw the clothes on, time to go into her orbit once more. A mad rush, telephone the taxi, taxi whisking her quickly away.
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