I felt like a coward for leaving Ernie's, to tell you the truth. I walked an entire 41 blocks from the nightclub back to the hotel. Along the way, I thought about my gloves and how they were stolen at Pencey. I imagined up an elaborate confrontation with the unknown thief, but I realized I am a coward and am quite the pacifist and I can't even harm a fly. I don't like violence or confrontation, so this would probably never happen in this world. I reach the Edmont Hotel and I take the elevator up to my room and an elevator operator named Maurice offers to send a prostitute up to my room for $5. I was feeling really depressed and lonesome and not to mention really flustered, so I accepted the offer. It was only $5 after all. He kept calling me chief and all, it was kind …show more content…
I waited in my room when I got there and started thinking again about how much of a coward I am. Maybe that's the reason I can't give a woman the time. Maybe that's why I'm still a virgin. Women want a man who asserts power and control. Among all of my thinking, my prostitute arrives. Her name is Sunny and she is a pretty cynical young girl with a high-pitched voice. She was kind of spooky in a way, and very depressing. With the high-pitched small voice she had, it could kind of scare you. I feel like if she was bigger, she wouldn't be so scary. But she was so frail and pale in appearance, and that was spooky. She doesn't seem to care much for others but she also seems very nervous about being a prostitute. I become a little flustered, especially when Sunny removes her dress and sits on my lap, trying to seduce me. I become extremely nervous now. I wanted the practice, but now I'm not so sure. It doesn't feel so right. So I make up a lie. I tell Sunny that I can't really have sex because I'm recovering from an operation on my clavichord. Boy, what a phony lie. She throws quite a hissy about it because she had to wake up to do her job and now she doesn't have to do
Dressing for the masquerade ball, Allie took care not to overdress, foregoing a chemise and stockings. The oppressive heat was stifling; she did not want to fall faint and embarrass herself. It already being this hot and humid in late June, Allie hated to think what the next several months of summer would bring. Although the emerald green and indigo-blue gown she made for the occasion is of a lightweight, batiste fabric, it was still so hot that one perspired heavily upon going outdoors. Even with the cooler sea breezes, it was too hot to sit on the balcony unless it was early morning, late evening, or night time… The lamplights from anchored ships that swayed gently with the tide, calmed Allie of evenings as she sat out there watching, waiting
After being there a while, I noticed a grey van passing down the street repeatedly. I did not think much about it since it was not my neighborhood, and Sergio's friend did not pay much attention to them either. All of a sudden, one of Sergio's friends jumped off the hood of a parked car and yelled, "Trucha! Trucha!" (Watch Out!) As he shouted that, I looked up and saw the passenger of the gray van pointing and shooting a gun at me. I felt a tremendous cold chill all over my body, and began to run as fast as I could to the back of the house. All I remember is looking for safety.
" Be a good little slut and suck me off. Now. " He barked. Hesitation hit her the fastest.
I was madly in love with her. I think she forgot sometimes just how much considering she would asked me every five minutes, but wasn’t it obvious? I mean I used to sit with her when she was ill; make her laugh when she was sad; watch the notebook everyday just because it was her favourite movie and seeing her face light up with excitement each time was worth it. We spent every second together we were the power couple, well that’s what people labelled us anyways.
“No, you have support from your parents’ and_” Then it hit me. There was a reason why she didn’t tell me this. Memories of our first days, the days when I hated her. My feelings were different.
“Hmm, gloomy as usual.” Sneered Olivia. Olivia and her friends arrived to school, called Jennifer’s School for Girls, located in lousy Philadelphia. She had been going to this school as long as she can remember. “Not surprised.
I snuggled into my bed, smiling as I bundled myself in the warm blankets. I scrunched up my face, feeling something poke my back gently. I rolled over, nuzzling my face into my pillow once more. I ignored the soft hissing noises that were coming from behind me and started to drift off again. My eyes shot open, I feeling something land on top of me, causing me to wheeze at the sudden pressure.
Today is the day I’m finally going to talk to her. I have to talk to her. She is the most amazing girl I have ever laid eyes on. She has perfectly curly brown hair with green eyes that are like emeralds. She also dresses so nice and is so perfect, she is flawless.
I discovered another post that contained more information on Aaron Hernandez. The post states that he was discovered hanging himself in his cell at the Souza Baranowski Correctional Center is Shirley, Massachusetts around 3:05 a.m. this morning. He hung himself using a bedsheet that he attached to his cell window. He was transported to a near hospital, but was pronounced dead at 4:07 a.m. I wonder if his suicide relates to his serving for killing Odin Lloyd in 2013. Sending my condolences to his fiancée.
The warm blood slithers down my throat and I let out a smile as I revel in the scrumptious taste. After months of planning I finally got a new child to call my own and play with until I decide to get rid of her. I turn towards the pot where a delicious batch of eyeball soup is brewing, but pause for a second as the floor seems to move. I stay still to see if it’s just my imagination.
The chirping of the blueish birds worry me, an indication that dawn is near, but I don’t dare to slow my pace. Midnight is fading away, taking what little humanity I have away from me. Soon, a poor family will wake to see that their son has disappeared from his bedroom. They will be left to mourn alone, cursing the monster that stole him away as they will have every right to.
Heartbreak-that horrible, absolutely horrible feeling. The feeling of your stomach turning, you cannot eat, sleep, or function normally. You are going through the motions of this life, praying, hoping, that one day you wake up and it just goes away. The hardest part of this feeling is accepting that it does not just magically disappear.
Headline: Call me Ms Allure/ Call me Princess Leira/ Hello from PL Hello, ladies…Happy to meet you all. I was asked to join the Undercover team to talk about all things nice, all things pretty, all things lacy and all things fun. Oh, are you wondering who am I? I am not just the girl-next-door.
A Wednesday matinee, nonstop rain, many empty seats at the Met, an audience that did not know when to applaud, and didn't seem to care about applauding, either . . . Multiple elements combined to prevent today's Lane-Simkin Giselle from reaching the top-drawer level of last year. That breathless, edge-of-the-seat astonishment which was palpable at Lane's debut performance was missing today. And while a rainy day can put a damper on anything, an electric performance on stage should be able jolt a sleepy, apathetic audience utterly awake.
I took shallow breaths as I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw myself in a wedding gown. I was overcome with a wave of happiness. The happiness a psychopath gets as they stalk their victim. I was the predator his heart was my pray.