Masterbation With A Showerhead

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This morning Jukin wakes up tomorrow.
title proposed by Leila

He scratched his ass, pissed. The night had been bad, so he got up very late but he did not have time. As every year on this day, residents were preparing their Bidule Tip of the day. They had 24 hours to be developed. The next day they marched to turn on the theater stage, with the assigned schedule.

Anxious, Jukin froze at his table. The breakfast had not already unpacked and it seemed consumed. Yet he had cleared the previous morning. In the emergency he ended what was left, the nightmares still floating in his mind.
He was a child, lost in the woods alone, overwhelmed by shadows tortuous. Rare flashes of light from a white sun glare through the canopy. In these discharges photon nausea was rising. He was secretly planned in his future where he saw himself withered, stuck in a cul de sac of redbrick. Lonely child, these visions the intermittent cramps. So when a huge mass of sticky ink springs from a tree trunk, he could not escape. Him his future began to panic too. The dark mass approached indefinitely throughout the night. His anxiety did not cease to rise, never reaching fever pitch. His past and his future alternated constantly in her head of his present, creating a confusion of terror. Upon awakening, a tremendous shock through him. Still confused

of these sensations, he opened his studio in the garden. All equipment was unpacked and falling material cut. Chips littered the ground. Then he heard the grumbling of his neighbor Sirunyk he went to call:
_ Excuse me, would you have used my tools by chance?
Surprised in his dark thoughts, he turned his head quickly before gurgle:
_Hein, how, what tools? _The
my workshop tools were used, he said Jukin.
_ You insinuate that I'm back at home, in your studio, to handle your tools? he was indignant.
_I am inquiring Sirunyk, everything is unpacked and I have not touched.
_ It's insulting. And I do not have time. I go on stage in an hour, he threw turning away.
_ How, what did you just say? Jukin rushed.
_ I just finished my widget, but I spend every hour.
_ Tomorrow Sirunyk, said he softly.
_ Ah! Tomorrow! It would have well arranged! To refine. But hear you the sound of Truc, "he said on his way home.

Jukin had not paid attention to his fluctuating but permanent filled the city. The previous year, the butcher Petro won the exemption and the responsibility of its tip for the whole day. Privilege granted to the best contraption. Despite the catastrophic situation, Jukin knew he was doing very well, it was a great vintage. Without
privilege and the day of flight preparation, the threat became very real. Far the best were rewarded, as ill received pledges harsh. And the unfortunate who do not realize their contraption time were stripped, their homes burned and banned for life, and their descendants.

No trace of his contraption in the workshop. Returning to stay, the breakfast, was freed. There was only one cup, which took off and hovered. Jukin followed her into the kitchen. She went alone to join the rest of dishes in the sink. Then the sponge was lifted. Joined by the cloth they flew up the table. The cloth hung at shoulder height and vibrated with jerks of the sponge on the table. Once the table is wet, the cloth took over. That was his exact cleansing ritual, Jukin was stunned. Completely
short time he went anyway Patiel among whom he had expected of the draft of his contraption. He was the only one able to engineer a particular thing above.

Patiel was a carpenter and was in parallel a small hobby shop specializes. The shop was tiny, even confidential. A jumble of disparate materials completely covered shelves, furniture and soil. Giant springs, spirals in orange plastic, rolls of moss. Everything was in piles and yet Patiel could find any screws marshmallow in less than 30 seconds. This was also the only shop where you could find a écheveleur skull. Although
had dealt with him a few times, Jukin was always fascinated by its constitution. It was as big as the end, a real guy wire. Besides his arms were attached to the trunk just above the navel which made him incredibly awkward. As his nervous system was not to be adapted to the morphology, when he moved his arms for all objects falling around him. Not to mention his ridiculous appearance. When
Jukin said hello, he turned the contents of the shelf to the left of the desk collapses faster. There lend more attention, but his mind instantly reclassifying the new position of objects in its memory.
He seemed wary of seeing Jukin:
_ Greetings welcome, as already earned me the honor to see you, "he said of his strong voice and equal.
_ Oh, I'm not long overdue. That said, nothing has changed.
_ Because I could help you forget your visit yesterday? You know I could never finish on time, said it by accompanying the word of a useless gesture that overthrew a dresser and its contents.
Jukin feared such a response.
_ I came yesterday?
_J'espère that you have finished your gizmo anyway.

The wheels came to nest. His day was held in parallel today. Of course for others it had occurred normally. There had already made all his actions. But for him, Jukin yesterday acted today. He had only hoped he would end his thingy yesterday before his visit to the theater today.
_ Exactly, what I have done my thingy yesterday?
_ it is a bit much. You're amnesiac?
_ No, he dropped more sharply than he wanted. I had a very bad night.
Patiel felt disturbed his interlocutor, he preferred to inform.
_Tu're left with just hoping to fend for yourself.
Even today he hoped. On leaving, Jukin jumped at the crash of multiple objects hitting the ground.

Returning home, he found a draft of his contraption that hung at waist level next to a DIY trestle. They spun into the attic, he went too. His
him yesterday there had already gathered all the bric-a-brac. Barely an hour remaining before his way, grabbed her Jukin thingy incomplete. He gathered a lot of little stuff, glue and staples thing to thing and began frantically at work. He did not even wait for it to dry and went to the theater.

A time to confirm its participation and avoid the ban was already a relief. But while he was waiting in the anteroom, he took the time to quickly test his contraption. All part of the trick had found mobile glued and stapled support remained in his hands! At this moment we called him on stage.
spotlights dazzled him at first, but when he could see the audience, he fixed them to voluntarily go blind to ignore the crowd who terrorized. The scene was immense, he felt ridiculous at the foot of the majestic crimson silk curtains. Already very ill at ease, he feigned extreme shyness to save time. Half of his contraption hanging miserably. He did not reach the microphone after two long minutes. Approaching her lips quivering, his mouth was defeated by a violent feedback when he tried to open it.
Then he went back as unbalanced and fell ten meters away. They raised him. He took the general hilarity to gain even the minutes, enthusiasm rejected fatigue. He pretended to limp awkwardly to the front stage. A few seconds saved. Fusèrent laughter again. All spotlights trained on him, the sweat was beginning to itch. Behind the scenes, organizers waved. Jukin risked a glance at the jury, he immediately regretted. The five individuals at the mine austere stared as the prey. His shoulders tensed, someone in the audience hissed. The waiting was becoming unbearable. He lifted his contraption that resembled nothing but could not start. He humbled himself. The organizers then threatened him. Jukin found himself back on the stroke of banishment! At that moment the audience boos hurled increasingly vindictive. Tears welled in his eyes. In his office, the jury took notes severe. He could not push this. When a tear rolled from the corner of his left eye he again raised his contraption. This simple gesture calmed the heat already. He put his hand on the moving part but did not recognize his touch. He lowered his head and found her contraption as he had imagined (his Jukin yesterday was successful).
Whether it's a dream or not, he gave vent to contemplate. Everything stopped around him, his hearing became muffled. It took him and began to engineer ever worn by a raging fever. His technique average faded behind his melodramatic lyricism. It occupied the entire stage space in swirling gestures surly. Jukin ended with a bang, leached. The audience applauded him strangely, still under the shock of change. The jury persisted in his hermetic austerity although tension is perceived, sign they had been affected.
Jukin just missed privileges.

Finally home, energy failed him. He sank into his chair in his bones when he appeared yesterday, already seated. The fall was launched Jukin him fell over. But in fact, they merged. The time dimension could regain his balance. Jukin felt a brief moment it's past the point of release to liquefy, free at last. It was full again.

Cockroach Feces What Does It Look Like

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This morning Jukin understood the universe.
as proposed by Tim

running up the street at home, he hopped. During his klégniole it was always the greater good. When he approached the wall, a thick black smoke flew out of the garden. He urged calm in his way and stumbled. The party wall was smashed in the center. A huge rocky sphere replaced him. Black as coal, it still glowed in some places, throwing sawdust into the atmosphere.
Between the broken bricks, Jukin approached cautiously, he still stumbled. Behind the hot mass, his neighbor Sirunyk grumbled as usual. But on seeing him, a gleam appeared in his eyes dull.
_ It's my meteor anyway. It is in my garden and I saw him first stammered, his voice hoarse and deaf.
Jukin did not raise too fascinated by the spectacle. Around the sphere, the impact was evidenced by streaks in concentric projections that had been waving the earth. Although immobile, the scene seemed alive. The heat made the air bubble on a good scope and the regular glow gave the impression of a breath. He thought even see the surface of the meteor dilate. And distribution of bricks smashed gave still see the movement of the explosion. The black smoke rising in a thin stream now complete the picture.

_ I'm sorry neighbors, but the right of property applies only to possession of the private spaces. In other words, as the meteor leans more towards me, threw me to it there suddenly a way to challenge.
It was not certain that the rock star more than most about him was as much a vague impression that a desire to tease.
legal terms were visibly affected Sirunyk. He did not reply, but began conscientiously to judge the size of the space between the end of the meteor and its wall, while emitting a rumbling of discontent. While Jukin watched half amused half appalled, small breasts hairy black coal were detached from the surface of the stone sidereal and slipped under his door.
Sirunyk bent his head in his garden. He finally stepped over the remains of wall and watched the meteor side Jukin, still grumbling. Without that they can not see them, hundreds of dark and hairy breasts took off to the side of the meteor Sirunyk and entered his house at full speed through the door remained ajar.
Then her doorbell rang: It
_ Petro brings me my meat, threw Sirunyk ironing the other side to move towards its gate.
It was the butcher in the neighborhood, much appreciated for its quality than its offal puns. Jukin found them particularly heavy, but appreciated the good humor of the man. Petro appeared a great smile that melted immediately opposite the meteor to make room for a gaping mouth and soft. He almost let go in his bloody package:
_ Cte dung that you have the little green men! Its deck was
yet tried. He used to wear summer and winter, with nothing underneath. It was not so big but so fat that no one cared that he cold in winter. A circle of black curly hair making a wreath around his head made him look round the Roman period decadence. Pretending
pride, Sirunyk tried the shot: This is MY
_ meteor.
_ Well my friend, it makes you the star of the scavenger!
Sirunyk laughs outright. Jukin had never seen it. As it flew its gloom for a moment.
_ My dear neighbor walks a bit, he says, the meteor leans over me, so it's mine.
Siru _ He's right. This is the one that has the biggest tip that keeps everything to himself. It's like the fat from ham.
Sirunyk approached Petro:
_ You really think it looks to him? That's it for him?
_ Ben my friend, it's the same day we supply to the slaughterhouse. The former butcher who cares its paw on a piece of meat, it's for his pear.
Sirunyk went to burn your hand on the rock.
_ No! They come from the sky our carcasses. Here is the ... ...
_ The property, completed Jukin before stumbling slightly.
_ Yes. Property matters.
Sirunyk darkened immediately. He moved slowly toward the wall and looked the part of the meteor Jukin side. Petro stepped past him and the rest of wall.
_ I would, "he wrote to Jukin who nodded his chin.
_ Oh yeah, there perhaps have a little thing queques y'm seems. It is played with a sheepskin your story.
Sirunyk passed from one leg and leaned against the wall Jukin. While in line, he hoped to discover evidence that he deserved more than this meteor.
_ Well my Jukin, let me remind you that I your discretion and always appreciated your passion for meat. Do not forget the beautiful pieces I found in your collection when you touch millions with your meteor, "said Petro with a discreet nod to punctuate his sentence before an exaggerated step behind the shoulder.
Sirunyk gave him a black look. Jukin merely smiled slightly before moving and adding almost for him
_ This monstrous rock is fascinating.
The others listened in silence. Imagine drifting
_ even before the earth exists. Through the cold of the sidereal void. And during that time majestic, he was always alone. Until today. The bells

reasoned houses simultaneously, making them jumped all 3. Jukin Sirunyk and looked, worried. Petro watched them move slowly toward their gate after the second bell conclusive.
advantage of the diversion, dozens of small tits dirty hair sprang still meteor. Now they had all fled into the houses. When the gates opened in unison, two teams of four guys in suits came forward. They all wore respirators. Their ties had the shape of a rocket and frames of their sunglasses are accented with gold reproductions of satellites, which gave them a grotesque despite the seriousness and austerity of the rest of the uniform. A guy from each team, down, wore a small silver briefcase. Petro
watched the scene from the meteor, it felt like seeing double. Fortunately Sirunyk and Jukin not alike.
_ We are of extraterrestrial research department of the European Space Agency, launched in sync the two greatest men in costume on both sides of the wall. We detected a small meteor impact in your garden. The government will redeem you.
_ is the jackpot guys! Petro roared behind them.
They did not follow him in his enthusiasm. Both teams entered and fanned out around the rock. In following the lead, Jukin had the impression that the meteor was smaller and lighter, he stumbled. Butcher parted cautiously, keeping his big smile. Two types filed their case and seized a box. They waved to the surrounding air, scanning the dials of levels. When a green light lit up on top, a slight relief was felt among them, they took off their masks. The two leaders resumed
simultaneously
_ The meteor does not emit radioactivity or hazardous gases. You will receive the maximum compensatory award.
At this word Sirunyk turned to Petro and Jukin:
_ You see, it's all MY meteor. However
_ Sir, We pay in proportion to the property.
Sirunyk turned away, frowning. The same information produced opposite effects on both sides of the wall. _
Our records show a satellite distribution of 61/39, was announced later Jukin Sirunyk and 39/61 side.
latter dropped spontaneously "no! "And the long facades, a package of breasts slipped from the door of Sirunyk than Jukin.
_ No 39/61! he lost his temper in a hoarse voice. Even 45/55 would be an exaggeration, there is no 39/61.
_ sir. The satellite measurement is extremely reliable. And our special agent with the responsibility to validate this measure, "was the laconic reply.
_ No 39/61. Where is your special agent? I'll talk to him. There is no 39/61. You lose all reason.
He stopped because everyone was silent and stared into the air. A hum cleared his throat above his head. He discovered the remains posted on the wall, another man dressed not at all grotesque. He had slipped the tip of his tie between two buttons of his shirt and not wearing dark glasses. Yet his eyes were still more confidential. His voice fills the whole space then: _
sir. I am the voice of the state. I am mandated to validate the measurements by satellites my expertise. My unique skills are infallible. I declare a correction satellite offset west of a value of 1%. The final allocation is 62/38 in favor of Mr. Jukin.
Sirunyk opened a huge mouth by sucking air noisily. A second package of breasts black Jukin joined the house from the door of his neighbor. This time everyone noticed.

On the same movement they headed toward the door. The special agent had disappeared. Facing the unexpected, somewhat faded uniforms, to reveal the men below. The puzzled looks were exchanged by stealth, either between staff, between Petro, Sirunyk or Jukin, but also between the agents and 3 inhabitants. Tacitly, they left Jukin close the door first. He stumbled. No suspicious noise could be heard from inside. It was almost scary. The heads of the costumes out their guns and gave him a nod. He unlocked the lock and grabbed the handle. Sirunyk rotation anxiety.

Jukin closed his eyes, turning the latch which creaked vulgarly. For a brief moment, nothing moved. The door opened then, but nothing came of them, as everyone waited even hoped. Jukin stared at the men around him, Petro was no longer smiling, he rushed home.
Everything was dark inside, he sought the switch in touch and action. His residence remained black. Yet the lamp burned. Lighting only sent him a slight shine and he identified the bristles that covered everything. He thought he had been miniaturized and slipped into a nasal cavity, but a ripple wall and brought him back to reality: thousands of spheres breast hairy crawling on walls and furniture. Enters one of the leaders after him, the gun forward and froze as facing a dead end. It had to do the same mental journey that ultimately Jukin because he pointed his gun at the hair and then waved him out.
Once outside, he called the second head. During this time, and Petro Sirunyk Jukin questioned look. The latter could qu'hausser shoulders. When Petro approached the door, an officer held him at bay.
_ You're not curious about what they saw in there for? he let go.
The man remained impassive.
_ You're a funny disco Cerberus with your glasses!
Apparently the man was well trained.
The two leaders isolated themselves into a corner and came out a communications box. Sirunyk approached to protest the distribution. They pointèrent immediately with their weapon.
_ hairs? Petro
trying to squeeze Jukin information. He was not happy when he returned a try with the guard.
Jukin advanced towards the meteor and stumbled again, he decided he was there. _I
you refile the most beautiful parts of a sheep and you let me, it's worth! Petro tried. The two leaders seemed
acquiesce in the direction of the small lens on top of the box and finished them aside as well. They came in and spoke to both saccade inhabitants
_ Following the discovery of this disgusting and miserable extraterrestrial life, which thrives and proliferates throughout our universe, your meteor loses all value. The ESA is no longer interested in his redemption. As
response to those words, a discreet hum arose. Both teams fell back a long maneuver repeated. Immediately, the gates were shut on the empty gardens. Momentary silence.
Sirunyk understood the consequences and then turned to Jukin:
_ is your meteor, it is worth nothing, make it what you want, "he growled before a move to dodge his garden.
Seems he triggered by these new words, the buzz intensified. Sirunyk stopped. The 3 people looked away quickly before the door that vibrated Jukin. Past the hole in the wall, they saw one of Sirunyk that vibrated too, though less intensely.
The growl was so scary. A scraping multiple drumming on the wood to a hellish pace. He even seemed to swell. The doors gave way.
The cloud of coal tits flew away from the frames. An unknown substance was animate these creatures as they were flying without wings with a little muffled noise. There were thousands yet.
A hundred of them formed a thin spiral line around the meteor which began to rotate. The kinetic energy tore the ground, a fluid path he joined the cosmos. A few seconds later it was over.

time to understand what had happened, went over in his garden Sirunyk directly through the hole, dropping: It was good _
TON meteor.
Petro Can and Jukin heard the door slam. A muffled scream and then heard the door opened. Hairy rose in a last skyward. The door slammed again, even louder
They looked and smiled. Petro handed the piece of meat he had always kept at hand. As he made a Jukin incredulous expression, he asked him squarely in the palm before turning and leaving quietly. Although his buttocks with red halos visible under the knot of the apron will spend much unnoticed.
Jukin, now alone, regretted not being able to touch the meteor. Futile and vain that this gesture may seem, to the greed that seemed to govern the universe, he had hoped that the sensation of a millennium rock and metaphysical symbol behind this contact would reconcile with the mystery at the origin of life . He went to his door and stumbled.

Milena Velba Boobs-weighting

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this morning Jukin feels flaccid.
as proposed by Marion

It was a dark period. Jukin wanted to reverse the trend. It falls to this collection of his pen with a box gathering dust in the attic. It reminded him of a past splendor and he hoped to break the negative flow.

Sitting in an armchair in the living room, the rod rolled between his fingers while his heart warmed to her memories. But she escaped him. Paralyzed as he watched his erratic flight to the radiator. When he could move, she dived behind bars cast. Really, it was necessary to break that chain. Of course his hand did not pass. So he lay on the ground and tried to blow his pen from below. She went almost up, but the radiator was too big for him to seize it at the same time of the hand. Furious, he stood up and forced to move his arm. He is bruised and it made no difference. He gave up. The pen seemed wedged into place. This additional affront

had exhausted him that his arm seemed to liquefy despondency. He had not noticed it yet, but the tips of his fingers was green pistachio. Letting his imagination drift of his feelings, he placed his hand over the radiator. She stretched mentally as the green coming up. Jukin noticed her, but her fingers and huge gelatinous reached the pen. He said it was fantastic even if the green already covered her wrist. When the tips of her nails moved the pen, he gasped. All this was real. His hand hung limp and green behind the radiator on 70cm. The key itself should reach 40cm. Panicking at this vision, he began to run aimlessly. Its members then found its normal state. He stopped and checked it was 1000 times more elastic and compared long color with its other hand. Convinced that everything was in order, he guessed the reason for his temporary deformation.
few weeks ago, he won a contest. As a reward, he gave the weight of an elephant in boxes of sweets. They were so delicious that it was stuffed. It's simple, last week he stopped eating it.

Kneeling before her clothes, the anxiety was still in his hands tremble as he emptied the bag into the bowl. There are hundreds of boxes of powder which he rid himself frantically. Febrile but conscientious, ended up in the packaging bag recycling. Yet he prodded his flush.

For PVC pipe, the dehydrated pudding poured down drains. Did not mix well with the wastewater, they formed a small potato-shaped greenish slimy floating slowly. All lots of hang-ups competition gradually.

Jukin already wandered to the supermarket, he might recover. Accumulated in her basket all foods rich in fiber, as well as boxes of Smecta. By the way he dropped a can of cassoulet. Alas, he wanted it back all alone in the radius. His arms soon soften and lay down by greening. He grabbed the box. In the same motion he filed with his sisters and take a step back. Scary as practical. His arm became normal again.
By repeating the experiment with success once he was reassured to control the maneuver. At the end of the alley, a fat woman stared at him. When he returned, she gave him: "You are a disgusting character Sir. "Before turning away, his face contorted in a grimace. Although beginning to appreciate its power, disgust persisted. In

sewers, the immense mass reached the rapids. It accelerated in the current falls jerky that moved water. Powder began to dissolve at the foot of waterfalls which formed a green moss. The desserts are gelatinized. The volume of the dessert quickly filled the entire tunnel was finishing his run in a retention pond.
A big rat in the thick white crest came out of a pipe, probably alerted by the approaching roar. His small black eyes and shiny seeing nothing they can associate with that sound, he walked on a stone ford. The dessert
giant, fully formed Now, turning suddenly emerge from a little higher. The rat turned and leaped to his pipe. But the dessert was faster and swallowed before the flood retention pond.

Jukin carrying her two large bags through the parking lot. Their imposing size reassured him even if he handles the bruised knuckles. Of solid concrete and heavy, this is what he wanted to cling to forget their differences. When he reached the end of the parking, a shrill cry pierced the air, he turned with a start.
The scene before the supermarket was transformed. Entire families were running in all directions from the entrance. They were immediately replaced by those who left the store and succumbed in turn to terror. The manhole cover 20 meters from the entrance poured a huge green monster gelatinous. He simply waved his flaccid to create mass panic. You could call this projection head decorated with two black shiny nuggets swaying to the rhythm of the fugitives. Similarly, if people would stop panicked for a moment, they surely would designate by crest paler green this brush protruding from the top.
Jukin was fascinated by the monster writhed on the ground. As the crowd was still vibrating in the same space, people indefinitely feeding cycle of panic, we got a picture of a still stirring constantly.
Finally the creature grabbed a car and threw it into the crowd. This test amused him when he began. A man furious to see his shattered 4x4 came rashly. The green mass engulfs a tentacle, which increased the panic.

But moments later, everything froze. Batman arrived. Reassured, people went back to running, applauding. The gigantic dessert turned away with disdain before getting a new car. Jukin have always admired. He was almost proud of it come solve its own catastrophe.
Having arrested the monster without result, the dark avenger threw a Batarang © who disappeared in gelatin. Then another with the same result. Then he took out his rope © beat and wrapped a car. With authority he gathered volunteers to big arm to lift the vehicle. From a mighty leap he went to grab the end of the sign shop and a wave of his hand they dropped the vehicle. Drawing a beautiful curve, he rushed toward the green mass. But he went through and broke down the front. Splatters pistachio sprinkled the most distraught relatives.
Back to soil approached the dessert was going to ignore it. He called out: "Hey! Hey you! . The monster turned and looked very surprised and took as a green tentacle. "Yes you the big snot! You go back where you came from! The slimy green straightened. Jukin thought he was looking into the crowd, the inner anguish, without moving. The pudding swelled again, it was beyond the supermarket. When he reached the lamppost he collapsed on and swallowed. The crowd was stunned. New suspension. Then everybody shouted and suddenly panicked. Jukin was devastated. In
the crush, a girl near him was shaken. She was going to fall before being trampled. By reflex he extended his arm and as he was too short, it softened and caught the little girl. He immediately threw glances around him. Fortunately no one paid attention. The girl approached. "Thank you sir, you're nice. You are Superflasky? You will save us? "He was confused and could only stammer. Then he heard a call in his direction: "Emy! Emy! You okay? "Parents, it seemed, made their way into the mass panic. Before they reached them, the little girl said, "Sir, Is that your dick is all too flabby? "Jukin was speechless when parents enlacèrent their daughter and covered it with kisses. "Thank you sir, thank you very much" let go they continuing their journey.

He had not the courage to act, but being responsible for this disaster, he marched towards the dessert. He did not know what he would do exactly, but he could not stay longer to observe. A gruff voice called out sizzling. Yet the monster was busy hanging people by their feet while giving them the flick in the head. While the police installed a security cordon, an officer spoke to him through a megaphone: "Sir! We take things in hand, please return to the safety zone! "Jukin wanted to protest but the man said:" The army is under way. Do not try anything stupid. Evacuate the area immediately! "The voice
alerted the monster. He turned around and discovered Jukin against the current. He allowed himself to roll back and was immediately upon him. A green tentacle springs to swallow. Jukin does not even budge, but the green matter on contact was repulsed. For a brief moment, neck and neck who had been affected, donned a green tint before returning beige. Surprised, the dessert threw a huge amount to cover it. Jukin was engulfed. But when the monster that mass reinstated to his body, Jukin was still standing in one place. The tingling went through, along with inner warmth. Her emerald quickly faded, a new energy filled him. He felt the power of his power when he shouted: "I am SuperFlasky! At the same time he tried to pull his shirt. The top button jumped, followed only the 3rd. He was wearing nothing underneath, so when the stroke was over, he remained well with a shirt half torn.
raised an arm in a very theatrical, people continued to run in all directions around him. And he threw himself into the monster. Everything was green inside. was still disappointed that there is not a little visual effect. Green continuously, a bubble was forming around him. Besides, he grew accustomed to this color, and gradually accepted if it were hers until the end of his days. He walked into the mass crossing a few people trapped. He accepted in his bubble and led them up the wall to deliver them. Until now he had pioneered in gelatin, but something had to animate this mass. A slight squeak was heard, he decided to follow his leadership. He progressed a bit and realized that the noise came from above. Then he began to climb in a bubble.
A dark mass appeared. was curled up, who sucked his thumb! That have not yet noticed, Jukin took the time to burn this image into his memory. His pity mingled with his former admiration now broken. Then he stepped back. had not seen.
The squealing was heard again. Higher. continued his ascent. From inside, the monster appeared much more immense.
suddenly seemed to pierce his bubble. In fact it merged with another bubble even bigger. He discovered the awful truth. An old rat disgusting topped with a white crest sat on a sticky bulge. Fine dark green tentacles falling from the ceiling until his skull. left his dismay monopods for pulling the rat brain. But whenever he took away one, a new tentacle sprang from the ceiling of the bubble and reconnected. He accelerated when the maneuver, but the tentacles were born even faster. He dropped a ball weighing on his stomach.
In the fuzzy logic of this situation he said that it could work. Then he closed his eyes and thought back to all this dark period. The ball was filled with resentment and he felt increasingly ill. But to trigger the mechanism, it lacked something. He invoked his own repulsion power. It came. A huge toad vomit gushes from his mouth twisted. He directed somehow the jet on the connections. His feet had already lost their hue, they plunged into the ground. The tentacles are detached one by one, dropping a little smoke, and none was replaced. For the ceiling sagged against each disconnection.
had the dessert to the waist and her throat was burning. The entire mass lost all consistency. But he resisted last tentacle. That set the bulb of the spinal rat. had almost vomit and there were now only 8 inches between the ceiling and the floor. He went for the bottom of the tank by a dark thought in a last spasm, he had nothing left. The last drops rolled down the skull of rat and reached the tentacle. It came off. immediately rushed to wrap around the rat. His contact the repugnant but he pressed hard with his arms and abdomen. Everything collapsed. The green mass was more than a liquid suspension then gravity took over quickly. A pseudo tentacle tried to reach the rat to reconnect, but protected him. Everything sank cascade in a watery noise.

was already up, getting rid of leftover dessert. Some soldiers ran up. Jukin was struck, he sat up on his elbow. The rat took the opportunity to flee to a manhole. Jukin knew there were more risks. A military straightened brutally
_ You do not make it out like the other hostages?
Wounded by this presumption, he could not answer. The military took him to the security cordon. A little later, speaking on television :
_ I realized that everything was inside, so I allowed myself to swallow. Then I struggled long to kill the brain gelatin.
Jukin could not believe it went:
_ You do not miss pellet. It was I who killed the monster, you were crying sucking your thumb!
A burst of laughter rang out all around him, but he went
_ There was no brain, it was a rat that gave life to the creature!
Journalist amusement turned to him:
_ Where is this rat now sir?
_ He's gone, "said Jukin took short. The journalist said
anyway:
_ But how you move you sir? The hostages say we have been stuck inside.
_ You did not see me? " I had the power to be green too!
Laughter General informed that nobody had seen.
_ But then how could he have him moved? cons attacked there by appointing .
latter suddenly seemed embarrassed, but a man in the crowd saved him the embarrassment answer: It
_ Sir!
Everyone laughs again. The journalist continued: _
Become Mr. Green then, show us your extraordinary powers.
Jukin scowled, he dropped in a toneless voice:
_ I had to sacrifice to save everyone. New
hilarity. He lowered his head and began to slowly move away. In passing a soldier shot him: You can thank
_ , it has saved your life! _
Leave, leave, cut falsely magnanimous.
Jukin turned one last time, just long enough to see a child's picture taken with the hero. The flash of the camera the picture reminded him that Batman had offered a night of wandering.

Disgusted, he left the parking lot. The parents of the girl caught him. They wanted to thank him again for saving their Emy. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, Jukin warmed a little.
_ You know sir, I saw you had saved everyone.
_ Really, you know it's me? _ Yes
, and I know I must keep the secret, like all super heroes.
Jukin began his gratitude in his simple "thank you". She understood his relief and added
_ I know now that your cock is not flabby and you have two big balls.
To punctuate his statement, as if the choreography was planned, his parents knelt beside her and all gave him a huge plastic smile. She was proud of him and his parents seemed proud of her. Jukin was terrified, but managed to smile. They finally left image recognition. The discomfort passed, Jukin went home all pumped up and hard cock.

Implantation Cramps 5dpo What Do They Feel Like?

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This morning Jukin did not wake up with him.
title proposed by Candice

eyes still closed, he took advantage of this fleeting moment between two worlds. He knew he was awake but doubts persisted. His conscious mind was confused fantasies, fuzzy feelings all intertwined and overlapping. This state was mad nice like a drunk. Elusive in full possession of his rational means.

Savoring his feelings, he felt that his sheets were softer than usual. Even his body felt needed to be altered. He succumbed to the happiness of his morning erection. It was hard as wood. It
while a hand was laid over. And it was not his. Despite the start, she persisted and began to stroke. Very gently, the fingertips, it was almost ticklish. He could not guess that a form under the sheet. She undulated sensuously to the rhythm of the hand. Jukin felt his member as ever, his eyes still closed, he imagined purplish.

Now firmly grabbed the hand to drive him crazy and a second hand slipped on his balls for torturing. He was not breathing anymore. Ships in the 3rd world, his mind floated delight. He felt that joy full spontaneous fed by those hands sulfur. The slow movement of his fingers pressed forcibly member bewitchment.
At that moment a mouth as moist as the greedy swallows. He could not restrain a cry of ecstasy before letting go. As hard as it was, he felt like a melted marshmallow. And despite the surprise, the movements were so fluid, enrolled in a logic seemed so obvious, it does ask any questions. It was so natural that he let go completely taken. Without realizing it, his hand slipped gently over the long silky hair and began to stroke them. His body as he feared formerly had disappeared. His body was now on the same plane as his mind, living directly in sensations. More than anything sharp or strong. Vibrating chained themselves shivering as his hands roamed lower abdomen and thighs. Insatiable mouth never stopped moving his soul. And the language of fine coals had burned a little over his chairs. In a wave
fluid, an expert hand he put on a condom. Still without abruptness or interruption, he found himself in it. The pleasure was intense burst all bounds. She plunged into her neck, still under the sheet. He let his arms tighten very hard and showed his moans so exciting. Already, their breaths were simultaneous and perspiration mingled to complete the merger. The pleasure was swelling by the minute, everything had disappeared around. Do the feeling persisted, oblivion. Themselves no longer existed. The tension reached ecstatic orgasm. They shook. The physical body took over the top. Suzanne was overturned by the contractions of his member inside her. Jukin freed jets of an unknown power, he cried again. The whirlwind lasted long after the enjoyment was consumed. They could not move. Slowly they came back down to the bed. Finally they landed in reality.

Jukin had opened his eyes, Suzanne had rejected the sheet. After a look of complicity, spent some time to savor the present. When they finally got up and snorted, she suggested breakfast. They were naked in the kitchen, she prepared tray. Jukin not resist a long time to come to rub behind her. Hungry, she pushed him away gently.
Once in the room, they nibbled copiously. He stroked her breasts and began to kiss him too lasciviously to her liking, she slipped away. After ridding the breakfast, when Suzanne gave the order to the room, he grabbed avidly his buttocks. This time she pushed him away firmly and reproached him for his obsession. His thin lips pinched roses. Without abruptness she expressed her restraint. She hoped to share other things with him, believing that such a merger could extend to other plans, they would find that ecstasy and enriched itself would be enhanced. As an extension of his word, Suzanne went to shower, to allow time to Jukin to calm down.

Once only he could collect his thoughts. It was so good and strong as his desire distraught not stop. Suzanne and he had crossed the months earlier, without really understanding or to exchange their contacts. The day before they met by chance, because Suzanne had returned to live in the same city. The pleasure is shared knowledge of course they did. And the most logical in the world, they slept at Suzanne naked. But still without consuming desire that arose. By
ironing film events, Jukin realized he had completely relinquished the controls to her sex that morning. Suddenly he was confused and even ashamed of his actions. Without thinking, he grabbed a pen and a sheet on the office to apologize. The note reads was quickly left behind before leaving the apartment. He said it was the best thing to do. He could not bear his thoughts, his real desire to it. She deserved better than that.
Once in the street, he was relieved of his guilt. She would have no apartment, with Suzanne.

When she left the bathroom in sexy lingerie, Suzanne found no Jukin in the room. Or anywhere at home. Ready to satisfy his desire and hers, she found the note. What a pity that he reacts so quickly. She had intended to raise their desire, it does not become commonplace, while by understanding and being flattered by his actions. She regretted having hurt, not imagining he represses his desire and spontaneous. But she could not deny his words sincere. She accepted with sadness and frustration that decision. Having left no address, she had no way of recovering. Suzanne deeply hoped that he would return.

A distraught elderly woman accosted Jukin in the street. Her cat was stuck up a tree. Happy to think of something else, he immediately began climbing. He soon regretted his enthusiasm, because the tree was difficult. Even with 1000 precautions, whenever he laid his hand, he prided himself. It was all the more supernatural than where the trunk was smooth, it is painfully wounded on thorns invisible. The ordeal lasted a long time. In addition to the old screaming hysterically, thinking every moment that her cat was still a fatal fall. And that damn cat was afraid of him. He fled on a different branch each time he tried one approach. Of course, the animal seemed to inject anywhere.
Finally he caught it, just pissed off and sank. The old woman suddenly became too enthusiastic, as if he had just saved the entire Earth. She was jumping around so grotesque and kissed her without the gene. To see all this energy, Jukin said it could very well go get the cat itself. Then the old woman offered to take tea with her to support him. He accepted a good heart, he needed reassurance.
Martha lived half in the dark, if we except his huge TV still on, the sound muted. The room was large but antiquated. Difficult to distinguish the ground floor should be old because of horrible squeaking creaking beneath their feet. Martha gave her a chair and went to the kitchen. He took advantage of this quiet moment to look inside. While it is sitting there exists still crackles a bit muffled. A stripe pattern
covered all the walls and the furniture was somewhat oppressive. Fortunately there was cool. The old woman returned with her tea tray and sat in another chair. The old leather should be dry because all he made a terrible noise of tearing. Martha was very well preserved for her age, she still had a charm appealing, even for younger men. When she laid her hand on his knee Jukin all her sexual frustration came up. She complimented him and began to caress her thigh. He perceived the satisfaction of its possible desire, it excited him, so he did not interfere. She proposed to him to visit his upstairs bedroom, he followed her.
In the hallway toward the stairs, the creaking continued. Just like the stairs that had to be outdated. Finally, in the room with thick carpeting wall, cracking increased. Jukin then froze because the ground was carpeted. In this room, nothing could be cracked. Martha saw her change of expression, she went into another squeak. Slowly, she laid her hand on his cheek. It was like cardboard! His skin to look normal was in fact rough as sandpaper. All
floor wailing and worn leather dried since their encounter played in his head. The tautness of the skin of old took the place of images of materials associated with them. The disgust went up immediately. He smiled at Martha, but did an about face and left the house in a flash. Finding himself alone, she spat out badly and then cried: "Alone! "
Once in his garden, it falls across his hiding place and placed it against the tree. In a smooth Martha had already placed the cat on top of the spine.

How Do You Make A Bohr Diagram

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This my tin, Jukin has lost its bulb u rach cerebrospinal idien.
as proposed by Tim

rays of the sun were yellow. Small furry legs trying to play with. But barely touched, they disappear. Finally tired of the light curtain, the cat slipped into the house from the window sill. Two dust bunnies caught his attention for a while to roll. After sneezing, he turned and jumped on a brown mass. She soon rose to a reflex.

was Jukin surprised at this attack, then lengthened by finding her assailant. The black kitten came to him from his reverie, or perhaps a nap, it was not clear. Lying on the floor of his stay he enjoyed a different view from the window. The foliage of the tree appeared to him from below otherwise. In addition, the sun lined up with the canopy which emphasized the relief of the leaves. He grabbed the ball of hair and gave way to flat back. He rediscovered his home. While the kitten tossed his hands, he watched his familiar objects. The distorted perspective, revealing their dark side. As it lives stolen his eyes brightened each day to a few centimeters. No longer able to restrain the animal in his hands, he let slip in his neck. Even the walls seemed to come from a parallel dimension. Externally similar to ours, but concealing an invisible strand of otherness. In this position he could lend itself to a game he loved: imagine walking on the ceiling became the floor of the room.

Then the kitten scratched him the spinal medulla. But nothing happened. Jukin rose hastily and reluctantly touched the bulb. He had banned the movement by auto reconditioning for a heightened sensitivity made him lose consciousness at each contact. The bulb was gone! He ran to open the drawer in which he undertook when he placed it above tests, hoping to end his syndrome.
The drawer was empty, and bulb was missing. He stared out the window the tree whose leaves had regained its normal appearance, seen from ground level, time to slip his hands into his pockets. His major then met the cold metal. It was the key to mini mini drawer in the drawer bulb. But it was usually stored in the jar cherry. Something was happening. A plan was underway, home, and he was not aware. As rape. He secretly hoped that the kitten had clumsily moved all these objects. When he discovered at the bottom of the drawer mini slide in a piece of the puzzle, his breath failed him. She was the head of a kitten wearing a red nose. He traveled

puzzle boxes already in the cupboard of his room and found one that matched. Inside, other parts waiting to be assembled. And nothing else. Not enough to constitute an index. Was it just a paranoid delusion? Even if his mind was inclined to this trend, It seemed all along that piece of the puzzle was the start of a logical chain.
The idea arises then in a flash. The link was indirect, we used the association of ideas. Jukin placed the coin in the palm of his hand flat and let his mind run: puzzle / enigma / Muslim / Koran / pork / ham! He burst into his refrigerator and took out his tray of ham. Under the installment he discovered another band. But under the second tranche there was a light bulb. He laid flat on the bulb in the palm of his hand and recommenced: bulb / light / speed / infinity / pipe / gutter! He climbed to the attic of a stroke, went through the door leading to the roof and inspected all its gutters. Returning to stay, he collected a ball of foam and two dead birds. That was wrong. He grabbed the bulb again and this time noticed a scrawl.

Then he swaps with that and stay lit. But the inscription that appeared on the wall was obscured by the pattern of the wallpaper. He took her and enters the darkened bathroom. Indeed, the bulb was missing mysteriously. He placed directly one that smelled the ham in the butt, it fits perfectly. This time registration was clear:



The encrypted message was shining on the wall of an intense white. It was an old system of his childhood. Fortunately the memory came back.

And cracka code:

kitchen cabinet above

Already on his rickety stool, he discovered over the hood of letters formed in the dust: the hidden side of the moon.

box of firecrackers on July 14 was still in his studio. The powder of its bison 4 fills a big bag where he hanged a bit. Cramming it all in an aluminum tube that stuck under a ton, he set fire to the powder before jumping into the barrel. The surge was enough to take off. However, in haste, he had not thought about the gear from the shop before lighting. After a crash and a volley of small woods, he sat up and saw from the sky through the hole in its roof burnt soil. The ascent became
regular but the moon was already approaching more slowly. Still, snorkeling, Jukin visa crater through the steam of his swimming goggles. The trajectory straight from the machine bent as it slowed, so that the ellipse is too short to cross the lunar soil. He should jump at the right time. The latest wildfire pétaradèrent he prepared. His calculations could not suffer from any error in failing to wander forever in the cosmos. He rushed. Spurred on, the barrel fell behind him almost immobile in space to Earth. The initial velocity acquired by Jukin brought him to the lunar surface. It seemed too short and return to living space, but a small pet savior brought him thrust missing. He grabbed the rock and pulled himself cold. Finally on his feet, head down, he ran absorbed in the shadow of darkness. His fingers a few inches from his face remained invisible.
The air began to fail him and the cold numbed. He stumbled and then froze. It was not a stone. He started at 4 feet and swept through the ground to touch. He thought several times but found it was inert as stones. Ouch! His knee had landed on something hard. He extricated his ball and after stroked recognized: a nucleus. No longer, he rose and fell from the moon. The gravity field of the Earth Caught once over, he already warmed the exosphere. The hole in the roof of his shop was soon visible. The land promised to be violent. In full free fall on a cormorant crashed and was killed instantly. Jukin slows somewhat and swerved enough to finish his fall in a pile of freshly cut grass. He thanked his neighbor mentally Sirunyk have shaved his large lawn.

Without taking time to recover from the fall, he rushed to the bus. 5 minutes later he came down to the tourist resort of the Anus. The ticket was expensive, but it had no alternative. A small tourist train ride required.
The descent was not, moreover, not unpleasant and information rather instructive in that they were asking questions about how and why of life. Unfortunately, he had no time to indulge in metaphysical thought. The train had reached the bottom before beginning the ascent, he left the convoy discreetly. Hidden behind a rock, waiting for his imminent departure.
Once alone, he could walk toward the warning signs. His research began precisely where the sightseeing was over. He cast a glance around and rushed in the tunnel topped the inscriptions "No Trespassing," "Danger of painful death" and "Do not go see! .
course it was growing warmer, and tremors were becoming more violent, when the hose expands to lead rock in a huge cavity. While boiling. Even the yellow and red light oscillated between the crevices. Jukin approached cautiously. The massive core of the earth stands in the middle. Even if the surface had an irregular texture, its overall shape was a perfect sphere. The bottom curved slightly in the rock. Along edge channel leaving a small lava flow a bit. By moving, thought Jukin guess an inscription on the floor. It was unreadable, rock rock. Then he took off, not without difficulty, a rock and began to pound the rock at the edge of the nucleus. It worked, the rock was quite brittle. A derivation of the lava slipped out of his trench. He brought the sweat from his brow and oil seemed to elbow its registration. Orange molten material flowed strongly to a beautiful effect and reveal the message: toes 1-2 / 9-10.
Jukin jump immediately made shoes and socks to slide the little finger of each hand between toes above named. In addition to the mold, it loosens two small black plastic squares connected by a hinge and a key head tin. Almost fused with his flesh, they left marks once extirpated. The basis of the key head fits on the edge of a square while the other was folded and clipped. It was a key. He recognized her.

Finally, his journey brought him back to the dresser drawer in the bulb. For right of this slide, there was another drawer, always left empty. Strangely, it was locked. Of course the key corresponded toes and unlocked. However it was still empty.
To be sure, his hand slipped inside. Do not touch anything, she almost definitely turn away when a particular smell caught him. He went immediately to equip its magnifying atom and traveled the walls of the drawer. There in a corner, he found a single atom. He recognized his smell, his was an atom, the atom key.
Anxiety suddenly ascended a notch. Not only was poking around his house, but he himself had been tampered with in the depths of her womb. He took off his shirt and immediately dismissed two odds on his side. With his elbow he kept them in place before sliding his hand inside. He immediately withdrew. A member occupied the space for the key atom. He began to tremble. This feeling of no longer control anything, to be the victim of an unknown force turned his mind like a sock. A cold sweat ran through again. So quite automatically he knelt before the table and pulled out the living kidney bothered. But impossible to recover because the stomach had taken his place! He knew he needed to immediately empty the mental pain of succumbing to vertigo.
Methodically, he left all his organs and parts of the cerebral lobes he found in his abdomen and placed them in bowls. A piece of lobe and pancreas were so far from their original location as small tubes installed specifically to serve as an extension and they have always participate in the bloodstream. Despite its concentration, a shiver froze before that discovery. And finally, leaning against the vertebrae, he found his spinal bulb! Conscientiously he slid aside in a bowl.
After removing the last two parts, began Jukin any place. Very concentrated, it works anatomical S'Aida to secure the maneuver.
When the abdomen was filled, he attacked the pieces of cerebral lobes. Through an opening on the top of the skull, after removing some lobes, he moved a large block that was not his place. Immediately he felt a compression vanish in his mind. This was an area of memory.
Moments later, everything was in place, leaving only the spinal medulla. He knew he was going to faint because he could not avoid touching him when he reconnects. But he had to. Then he took a deep breath, grabbed the bulb and repositioned. When he heard the creaking of a specific organ handed in his place, his ears buzzing already and its field of vision narrowed until darkness. While he lost consciousness, elements of his memory and freedom from compression, flowed back into his consciousness.

Jukin awoke with a bound and buried his head in his hands. He soon realized the disaster. The bulb was once again vulnerable. He remembered now. He miraculously managed to change the position of its organs brain lobes and some to protect the bulb after thousands of unsuccessful attempts. This time everything had found a place, except the atom key was not indispensable. At the same time, the changes had improved the performance of his body and mind. Sharper, more effective, not labor, could save the masses to know without effort and develop physical abilities.
But then, he had canceled everything. Ironically, finding the memory of what had happened, he had also erased forever the milestones inversions making him a superman. Knowing
forget that you make these changes by the slight compression required on a lobe of memory, only compromise with the two extensions to make this wonderful project, he developed this scheme to prevent placing the atom key and then undo all of these improvements.
Why not simply be stripped away? At the sacrifice he had not found the strength to part with them forever. Although in theory it would soon forget his existence, to separate a part of him, however small it may be, it was impossible. Also can be beneficial as this separation.
Now he should find the resources to accept his fate ordinary and imperfect, to accept his vulnerability bulbo cerebrospinal. And accept that he had the genius to create Superman, but he lacked the right to be a little note for the remaining memory.
One last memory came to him suddenly. Just before falling into the first coma, he had noted the date and time of the miracle in the drawer atom. It was two hours earlier.

Signs For Sanitary Disposal

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This morning Jukin marvels.
as proposed by Marion

In this corner, it will be perfect. The living room was missing a chair spectacular Jukin then had an appointment at the slaughterhouse. Johnny, the director, whom he had met with a show for meat, had promised him the finest bone. Because he wanted to make a beautiful chair made of bone. On his arrival he was introduced to Devin, a new employee who was the director a detailed visit. Jukin joined the visit.

Devine was very funny despite himself. It was something cute, too cute, this which inspired pity. And mixed up in this horrible teeth and approach atrophied. Jukin burst out laughing inside, which distracted him was during this visit so boring. His bones. That's all he wanted. Patience.

Johnny, this great big guy like a bull, brought them to the Hall of carcasses. Jukin asked if it was really necessary to go that far. But the director had to show everything to his employee, then they followed suit. The thick door cut in a matte green metal cylinder was pierced with a tiny window. Why were they always so petty on windows? You could tell just hanging neighborhoods. Jukin Johnny went behind which hid the view. When
back stepped aside, a singular spectacle uncovered his eyes. The low-ceilinged room, bathed in yellow light, offering endless rows of animals hanging. On the dark background of smooth walls, red animals seized. The cool temperature causes a slight white mist that slowed time. Jukin hung, fascinated. He felt at home. The regularity of storage and numbered labels liked him already. But it was the carcasses deeply touched. Dead meat. Cold. Which decomposed at sentencing. The smooth muscles. This color red wine, dark, seemed to become translucent. Barre bursts of milky white membrane. Jukin imagined these sculptures of flesh be the happy outcome of the assembly several puzzles, which was missing half the pieces. Of course, everything does not fit, so we had to use force. ¾ parts were crushed upon each other by monsters of mythology.

Johnny Devine began to explain the operation of the blower. Jukin then took the time to stroll in a row to enjoy the show. It took a few steps behind a large area and almost square, an apparition. A small frame, slightly bluish, especially moved him. It seemed to him alive inside. On the side breathed a gaping hole. No head to this meat, yet it seemed to him a wink. Jukin was seduced. After casting a glance at the two men still engaged in technical details, he approached, feverish, as for a first appointment. His hand touched
flesh. The desire awoke immediately. He had little time, so he let himself be guided by his instinct. His gestures were perfect, the carcass before him. Before entering, he seemed to see the widening gap. His penis pushed her way sassy. The interior, dense, clutched his skin the way, creating an irresistible friction at the limit of pain. He suppressed a gasp of fear of being heard. His enjoyment was already rising, he seized the carcass and violently accelerated. Johnny had finished his explanation, but could not stop Jukin. So he bit the meat. A large ejaculatory discharge fills the hole. Johnny landed in the aisle. Jukin reflexively withdrew her sex who drove in a second spasm of his semen on soil. Director froze, Devine banged in the back. Jukin ejaculated again. Clearly understanding, Johnny stepped back deliberately hiding the view to his employee. Jukin could repackage its existing member flaps and follow them.

Before leaving, Devine asked why they were not going in the other room. The director assured him it was just the second room carcass, which was completely identical. Jukin shelves actually recognized by the other beasts of small porthole.

The tour was over, Johnny leads Jukin in the bone store. It provides a large bag make its selection before taking Devine in his office, to address the administrative part. His desire to chair seemed so distant now that this occurrence had invaded his mind. He did not want that again. Then he stuffed the bag of bones at random to create an alibi and went back to the room with the carcasses.

corridors as well as the room were empty. His heart pounded in his temples. She was there. May be even bluer than earlier, his excitement was beginning to itch. But he wanted to discover the carcass of the 2nd room before indulging in pleasure. Nothing could be seen through that damn window. He slowly opened the heavy door and slipped inside. Except for its appearance, the pieces of meat were still more formidable to him it seemed. Except with respect to its appearance. They had a special freshness as if they were alive or had a new vitality.
Jukin few paces to his left and discovered three men in a row. They wore the gown for the slaughterhouse with the logo on the back. Cons by their pants were down to their feet. And they entered the carcasses with their sex. He instinctively let go "Hey! "Disapproving he regretted. The 3 men returned simultaneously éjaculèrent ground. Jukin not understand what was happening all at once. It came with a bound, closing the door. But he could not lock it. He dived to the air vent that unclipping, burrows into the duct and replaced the grid in the same movement. The three men arrived immediately but does not vérifièrent aeration. The two smaller left the room but stayed and finished the last to make his belt. Jukin had no choice, he had to borrow the jacket. Fortunately ducts were wide and the installation seemed fresh, so clean. He skirted several tubes and took some turns before rectangles of light does it our way. Slits pierce the wall and looked out over a room. Jukin stepped forward and recognized the office of Johnny

_Do not worry, you will not have to worry about ejaculations yourself. A special team is loaded.

was the voice of the director. Jukin saw part of the face of his interlocutor: Guess who listened attentively. A grain in his eyes made him less cute, but still very funny. Jukin help but giggle, the conversation interested him.

_I am ready to participate, you know, "said Devine, very confident. I find it necessary to engage in all tasks of a production if it wants to be an effective link.

_This what I like about you. You're not like all these young graduates, shocked at nothing and want to get everything without effort, without any personal investment, congratulated Johnny. You know, it was not easy to accept this special treatment of the carcasses. I had to wipe a lot of misunderstanding, insult. My pride was shaken, but I persevered. When I finally managed to convince a team, our carcasses were all the rage. This process gives them a glare and a unique flavor. Our turnovers have soared.

Jukin let out a fart very loud. He did not feel absolutely come. The ventilation duct amplified both the sound wave that spread the smell. He fainted immediately.

The face of Johnny greeted his awakening. His head was spinning again and his sight was somewhat troubled, but he was sure the manager smiled.

_Ah, He returned to his men.

The 3 employees were also surprised that he stood around him, smiling. Devine, sitting further expression was imperturbable. Jukin sat quietly, his vision is already established.

_my old, you've dropped one of these bombs, suddenly threw Johnny cheerful. Our ventilation system has been launched at full speed. It took a good 10 minutes to evacuate any areas without damaging the meat. By cons I congratulate you for your action in the small hall of the carcasses.

The largest of the three men stepped forward timidly at that time.

_Monsieur the director told us what you did. So me and my colleagues and we wanted to congratulate you if I could shake your hand.

_Euh, yes, of course, he replied embarrassed.

Each turn they shook hands with him with admiration, a big smile on his face, then left the room.

_This you have done is not given to everyone, "said Johnny settling in his office. So I decided to offer you a place here. They'll bring your carcass, which must be shining now. What do you think?

Jukin not believe his ears. Barely awake, he thought to have handcuffed and having to explain its action. A wave of enthusiasm swept over the inside. We congratulated him and he offered to pay for .... No, it was not possible. It was a dream.

_Bien course, you are not asked to value carcasses all day long. Yes, we use the term "value" is much more practical and elegant.

The 3 men entered, looking crestfallen. The two smaller brought a huge dead leaf burning, while the third closed the door in a gesture of reverence.

_Oh my god! Johnny blurted rising.

Jukin He turned, looking distressed.

_I am really sorry my friend. You can not work for us.

_Mais ... .., what happens? What is that thing? he whispered, pointing to the giant leaf.

_This carcass that you valued my old. Unfortunately, your seed is incompatible with dead meat. You made it rot.

His sperm had killed his love. Jukin was stunned. So fast it went from total joy to complete the rout.

_Enlevez it! he cried despite himself.

The 3 men bowed their heads and took the piece of black meat stunted. Johnny then threw a glance on the sly to Devine. The latter understood. He rose and walked slowly Jukin. He put a fatherly hand which wanted the comforting shoulder.

_This is not your fault you know. You can come back whenever you want. And so the carcass does not fit the profile so we can market it, we should be able to leave the value anyway.

Jukin was affected by the intention. He felt the vibes around him. These guys were really sorry. Then he rose and faced Devine to thank him. The latter was even cuter than usual. Probably because it was full of solicitude. This time, Jukin could not resist. He laughed. A huge laugh mellitus. Convulsions happy with him. They literally writhed with laughter. But Johnny
suddenly changed their attitude. His furrowed brow bone is.

_Stooop!

Jukin froze.

_Dévine, but you are incompetent. Look at the fact that you do. I need someone serious, reassuring. You're fired too! Both of you are fired, get out!

Devine did not prevent his lower jaw dropped. The red face of Chief dissuaded him from attempting to discuss. He left the office with a Jukin who clung still giggle. Johnny slammed the door behind them. When he tried to lecture him on what he had done it, Jukin burst out laughing so hard he turned and left limping.

Jukin quietly returned home, to digest what had happened. He had a vague feeling much since it mixed, it overlapped. Fortunately, he could win bag of bones before you leave.
He fashioned a magnificent chair, although the bones were not the best. Some forms were unlikely or even unusable. He then decided to listen to the bones rather than restrict them to a form, thus realizing a strange chair, special, unique. Jukin was convinced that the bones he had drawn perpendicular to the center of the seat belonged to his appearance. And when he sat, naked, deep well on it, it was certain.

Cape Cod Bracelet Wholesale

27

This morning Jukin ghgahhgegrdrghjgh.
as proposed by Tim

A deep enthusiasm was boiling in him. As spasms of joy throughout the body. He was eager. However, he did not know what. No future events listed in its schedule could lead to particular desire. His hands waved frantically when the puffs of happiness overflowed. A reasonable energy in him.

Driven by this motivation, he moved to the dining table before the glass box in his collection of combs. Long, he had to dust off and put a coat of paint to the cabinet. After removed the glass, he went out one by one and placed them properly aligned on the table. Using a delicate feather duster, he rubbed the dust that was deposited in a heap. In a dynamic look, he accumulated a nice mound when his motivation disappeared. He was not shot down nor depressed, but no longer felt this wave of pleasure that impelled him to do so easily. The rehabilitation of his cabinet do it suddenly appeared more essential or pleasant to do.
Then he shook his finger in small rapid movements. He raised his hands to his face and began tapping her lips alternately with flat or finger nails. His eyes narrowed, he smiled while continuing to stir all his fingers. This precise form was up to him again in a hurry events ghosts. The motivation had returned. Soon, the box was brand new. To ensure that there was a causal relationship between the shape and condition, he voluntarily pleaded. Immediately cleared the pleasure galvanized. All these tedious tasks postponed in the aftermath came to introduce themselves, smiling. A name emerges from the convolutions of his skull as evidence: the freedrug. On reflection, this term was borrowed from English ideal. He synthesized all aspects of its discovery. Both a stimulant (drug) obtained for free (free) by adopting self-suggestion form. But also a way to release (free) drug (drug). So far no addiction had made him feel lacking when it took no more. And under the effects of his last shot, he decided to go into his garden where he was for several seasons, tying his lawn. This grueling task

discouraged by many, and his neighbor Sirunyk was just trying to fight against himself forward for the site. About to leave, he heard his unfathomable Jukin neighbor leave his house. He discovered in his eyes a strange light and saw him step into his shed to come out soon with a box full of necklaces mowers. He would tie his turf and he seemed cheerful! Sirunyk was at least taken aback. So instead of returning, shot, he decided to observe. His neighbor was already on its knees, the magnifier specific installed at the front. He chained them handfuls of grass with glee.
Jukin was no difficulty in permanently again despite its many misfires nodes needed for this undertaking. It was the first time. He heard a familiar grumbling from the wall. Feeling a light heavy, he raised his head. Sirunyk looked away. In good provision, Jukin got up and walked towards her. The neighbor was already affecting cons to return to his heart's attachment lawn. Jukin saw him force himself and annoyed at the lowest node to be redone. He then decided to arrest him.

_Voisin Sirunyk. I can be something that could help you.
_Ah yes? he snapped, getting up, feigning indifference.
_I am ready to forward freedrug.
what _Mais what's that last! It does not concern me, let go he outraged, falling to signify that he had nothing to do with it.
_Do not worry, soon reassured Jukin. This is not what you think.

And even before Sirunyk could react, Jukin had jumped the curb, holding her hands. He was moving his fingers which increased tension. Realizing that it frightened him, Jukin decided to do a demonstration. Sirunyk continued to recede, making a grimace of disgust. However, he was intrigued enough to not totally escape.
When the bubble of enthusiasm was full, Jukin leaned over and took a few knots of grass Sirunyk. The latter was flabbergasted at the idea that an individual could have the courage to realize if only a few nodes in a lawn that was not hers.
With such a feat and prompted by jealousy, he forgot his prior experience and tried. Shyly he brought his fingers to his mouth and began to tap. Seeing Jukin encourage gaze, he alternated his fingers, as successive waves, and added a little excitement. It expires after a nasal as the fireball formed in his stomach. The euphoria of the win, making squint her eyes and drawing a smile to his lips. The energy swelled his loins and wiped his impatience. The freedrug had taken possession of him, releasing the weight of reality.
Sirunyk wallows in the grass like a pig. He chained nodes despite the failures, without getting upset. For a moment he looked up at her neighbor, sincerely thanked him and went back to work.
Satisfied, Jukin let himself glide to the herb garden. He felt even happier by offering the gift of his discovery to have made the discovery itself. So he slowly continued to attach his lawn. Sirunyk finished quickly and left home. Savoring the smell of the garden, the invigorating freshness of this wonderful day. Jukin even offered the luxury of complete without the effects of freedrug.

Finally he went for a walk in town after piercing all the dust from the living room. What he enjoyed most with its new discovery, it does not feel the need to take immediate effect faded. It was still good despite the declining day. The wide beams of orange light came knocking buildings that returned masses of contrasting shades of joy. Since the hills, the city looked like a zebra bloodied. Moreover, the animal trembled. Jukin felt an unusual electricity in the air. The streets still teeming crowd poured a relaxed but dynamic.
Plunging into the main street from a small hose desert, he thought he saw a young woman take the freedrug. Moreover, it stared at him a moment before smiling and start to applaud. Passersby turned around, smiled in turn and all the applause for a moment before resuming their activities. A friendly man slapped his back. A "Wouw! "Reached him from an enthusiastic group People on the left. The freedrug spread like wildfire. The city was already full advantage of his discovery. He walked now, bowing humbly people who applauded him to thank him. By brushing, a mother congratulated him for having left his son hard drugs. Some young people took a little freedrug with their grandmother. They warmly applauded its passage. A firm hand seized him by the biceps. He soon found himself in a dark courtyard, surrounded by men with severe facies Italian. The smallest of them rested on a chair in the middle eighteenth installed. He addressed a but haughty voice raised and threatening.

_ J'espèle you léalisez étendoue of the damage. And you're going to this lélaper glave eleur. What
_ .... ? _The
people are Plous voulnélables to déplime and Malcha of dlogue has éffondlé pal votle fault, says he then waved at his henchmen.

They caught each arm and placed their foot under his armpit before horribly twisted bones. Always Jukin euphoria that had not yet integrated the assault. The pain was so sudden and so terrible that he believed his soul tear. He screamed like never before. Suffering as to be uprooted in the world in which he moved delicious finally dragged rough ice in this universe that was not hers.

_Êtes Plett you work now?

Jukin was devastated. He knew he had not the courage to resist torture, or to cope with such an organization. Inspired inventor, he was not a revolutionary panache. Death in the soul, near tears, he replied in a barely audible yes wounded.

_Yé complenez see you soon. You only n'aulez discléditer votle découvelte for all to see. The maile you Aidells, it is flowing.

So suddenly they had led in this court, they disappeared without a trace. And for maliciously taunt, the last henchman took a little freedrug before slipping behind the wall.

The case was settled without a wave. Jukin had the support of the mayor to organize a conference event in the largest stadium in the city. Broadcast live on television, all the inhabitants discovered, stunned, the possible effects of false freedrug. A severe motor and mental disabilities was brought and identified as an individual in drug blocked. The fatal argument. Even after a normal setting, you could be stuck saying so. Assimilated the shock, fear before the man was bent on. Stoppèrent catches. Jukin never heard of men in the shadows. No effects addictive, people lost the habit soon, before I forget completely. To forget completely that they were free.

Sitting On People Fetish

026. This morning Jukin is dumb.
(title proposed by Marion)

Strangely, no fence, no fence or barbed wire to keep the curious. Jukin advanced, suspicious. Besides the machines were busy noisily, a central lake was clear, from which a huge horizontal tube was leaving. At its entrance, a young woman with white hair wearing a blue lab coat, seemed to stand guard. Nobody else was in sight, he walked right over it. Tired, he walked slowly.

All night, the roar of the crane, awake. Saccades of the hammer, still awake. The shattering of the bulldozer, still awake. The morning had made his entrance and he had this awful feeling of not having slept all night. As crossing a desert of sleep finally exhausted on the shore of the day. To top it off, his head was caught in a vise of pain.
On construction sites they hired additional staff to systematically guys who came from so far away, they got up out there when we went to bed here. The infernal din was constant since yesterday. "To build anything for that matter? "Jukin had requested. "What what drove them to this hard? He was then left to find out what it was worth it spoil his peaceful existence.
softly down the street in front of his house, he had tried to guess the epicenter of the noise. Going up the same street, his neighbor interrupted while Sirunyk courtesy:
- Hello, how are you? Seeing
Sirunyk lips move, by social reflex, Jukin had intended to reply. However, the sound effects of construction were much deeper than he had imagined. For indeed, he signed. He replied courteously, but in sign language. Jukin understood very quickly linguistic mechanism responsible for its condition. The depths of his mind, words such as 'moonlight' or 'ham butter' were set. Thus the phrase stuck 'deaf mute' was so ingrained in him that his sudden deafness had automatically muted. When he tried to speak, the sounds coming out through his hands. Sirunyk had raised an eyebrow, half surprised, half angry before continuing his journey. A huge sound of stone rubble was immediately given a specific direction to follow for Jukin. The site s'averra near his home.

Just prior to check with the guardian, his condition remembered him. Too late. Her hands came to accompany the grin from his face. He signed "hello" before asking what was happening. But to his astonishment, Suzanne understood and answered him with his hands.
_Enchantée. I too am silent because of my deafness. This constant noise beyond the threshold of pain since yesterday blew my ears. The city is trying an experiment on the population in the tube. You can enter if you wish, "she signed, pointing to the huge mouth of entry.
All metal, a single rivet was the size of a fist. The thickness was that of a cow. The wall as smooth as marble wet was stained blue in a gray mass shimmering pink. Everything seemed to steel, and although the metal is cold, the endless tunnel appeared friendly Jukin, as if called. He returned to the woman who, without being an obvious beauty, had a light in the eye while giving his being a profound charm. At the edge over the beauty he never wither and surely a reflection of inner beauty far more real than a plastic surface as perfect as it is.
Attracted by the tunnel, but lost a moment in the velvet of his eyes, asked Jukin the hand that was at the bottom. At first he did not understand why she replied: "A young brain in perfect working condition. "He said when he spoke of the large tube. Of course, last minute used on this specific mission, she did not know. He turned abruptly and rushed, in his curiosity piqued too sickly. Surprised by her sudden reaction, Suzanne merely to fix its shrinking back as he advanced.

The tunnel seemed empty. A diffused light filled homogeneously, but seemed to have no apparent source. Always smooth, always huge and nothing visible ahead. But the mystery led him to discover what was happening here. Forcing him to make things that extra step, accompanied by this insidious voice "a little, you're almost there. Persevere and you will be rewarded. He walked for many minutes together. And that process almost monotonous him to miss a minor detail. Even with all his attention, the fine cutting door was almost invisible. End a border like a hair was drawn on the metal. No rivet or hinge or latch. Even sliding his finger on it, it felt no roughness. This was perhaps a mark due to equipment such as air blower attached to the rear. However, the possibility exists that a passage was enough to make him mad. He had patience
granite when it came to satisfy her curiosity. Then he sat down and focused on the groove almost invisible. Wheels began to slow their revolutions in the convolutions of his skull. His eyes capture every detail of reflections and grains of the material. Everything was slowly analyzed, compared, giving rise to speculation crazy sometimes.
A stranger from the entrance and asked what he was doing there. The LED sign, man grunted and continued to sink into the tunnel. Time no longer flows to Jukin, but unknown defiled. They went their way without trying to understand. And Jukin found. Through this flood of people curious enough to stop and look at him, the last step cerebral toppled in a good way for him to reveal the solution. After an umpteenth unknown not away, he sat up. His knees creaked and beautifully reasoned in the light air of the tube. He stepped up and precise hands before slowly stroking the wall. Drew on his face expressing a sweet smile that he felt the confirmation cons steel. He drew back his hand and blew it. Then he closed and reopened several times as to relax. He immediately went on very precise movements to the wall, communicating with her. He touched on specific issues, seeing the buttons completely invisible to ordinary mortals. And the door opened.
She sank and slid on its side. He disappeared without thinking, she immediately closed over him. A child passed without noticing the groove.

in the thickness of the tunnel, a slide traveling close, cluttered with cables and pipes in its interior. A small speaker sizzled a number: "129". Jukin eyes became accustomed to the relative darkness. It was like being in a submarine. "130." Before him, the son got lost in the dark. Behind him, a slight blue glow appeared to blink away. So he turned way. "131." Carefully he avoided becoming entangled in cables that lay a little ground to his right.
He progressed quickly enough to reach the blinking and set to 4 feet. It was a control room where two men in uniform guarding the city screens figures, gauges and video monitors. Jukin crept as close without being spotted and heard:
"134"
_no overheating in the reactor at infinity, assured the tall thin man in his helmet.
_Bon, very good, the validation with insurance small, old and fat rising. Closely monitoring the level of pressure in the compressor particles. It is time for me to join the meeting for final instructions.
The youngest nodded and opened his mouth to speak and nothing comes out.
"135". His head looked
severely before releasing:
_Oui?
"136". The lean
struggled internally. He wanted knowledge, but wondered if he could afford to do so. "137". The impersonal voice of the speaker and granular startled him. The question left alone: they become
_Que?
The face of the large wrinkled head to form a sardonic smile. He had a bet with himself how long the young rookie to resist temptation. He had won more than he expected soon. So much so that this skinny fellow deserved, according to him, his place in the tunnel with the others. However, he could not himself resist the temptation to show he was among those who know.
_Tant that the generator will be fed, they exist. When you cut it, most will collapse, inert. The rest will end its existence in a completely vegetative. Nevertheless there is always the possibility that a being survives, which is an exception and a maximum. The lean
had frozen blood. He knew that without this controller assignment, his morbid curiosity would have led him straight toward the infinite tunnel. He returned to his screen, the blank look, after its leader did not leave the little room still flashing blue.

Jukin was still diving for fear of being spotted. Leaving the tunnel to infinity, it was entered against his full force in the category 'fugitive'. After 'deaf' and immediately 'silent', he felt that it was the bump too much for a single day. However, the fugitive deaf mute, was a detective story as interesting thought there. Or better, 'The signer fugitive'. He then stopped his digressions wrong came when he discovered the frightened eyes of the young controller asked him. The latter saw that he was present in the feared situation where he should intervene. He was just there for that, which paralyzed him.
Jukin suspected that the little cabin was the only passage to the exit. Then he jumped up, shoved unceremoniously meager still motionless and rushed. He could do it. His legs twirling above the cables that were lying on the ground. It took longer than expected to get away before the alarm is given. A red light blinked in the walkway. The young imagination controller use the cables to stop, his only hope of catching his mistake. He squinted to locate the right and fired a snap. Jukin almost be surprised but took his foot at the last moment, which slid along the rope without being arrested. Fortunately, the output was already visible.
He pulled on his arms to maintain his speed and turned around. The leader rushed behind him. The skinny on one knee, still holding the rope in hand, eyes full of tears. Ahead, he saw Suzanne looking towards the tunnel entrance, hypnotized. She stepped inside. Jukin could not scream, he was content to sign "no! Of the hand. Of course, she did not hear him. The noise of the race leader to galvanize his heels. He accelerated and caught his hand in Suzanne's passage. He tore his sinking without turning around and came in the central basin. From either side of the guard startled at the sight. To the right type red with yellow eyes and left a very black man. Nobody should go through the basin in this direction. This moment of hesitation gave a little advance Jukin oncoming entry to open followed by Suzanne.
Then a groove earth sank along the ground. The top of a grid pops up and began to climb. The two fugitives écarquillèrent eyes and slowed for a moment before returning with a vengeance. Side guards approached and the little head coming from behind. Fortunately, the city was saved on installing the security gate, because the less powerful the engine was slowly rising. But when she was just up to hip. Another hundred meters. Everyone converged on this point in time where their fates were to meet one last time. At twenty meters from the arrival gate at the shoulder, Suzanne changed race. Jukin turned his head to look. This time she grabbed her hand to lead his Fosbury jump. Despite the gowns and the mass hanging, she crossed the bar. Jukin was raised just enough to finish applied on top of the grid continued to rise, a shoe less. The guards and the head collided violently and collapsed against the gate. It was now too high for them and impossible to climb. Jukin dropped across the head while screaming that lowers the damn gate. Whether or not deaf mute, Jukin would have made the same gesture at this moment before turning and running off with Suzanne.

In his jump, the Red Guard had only managed to grab the shoe, and then unbalanced by the collision with the small head, he reached the other guard on the temple of the tip of the elbow. The guard was then struck a black bar the grid with his cheekbone. He died of a ruptured aneurysm, two and a half years later. The guard at the yellow light never recovered from its failure. He left everything to exotic countries he walked head down, still clutching the tattered shoe over time.
The tall thin man came out of the wings, motionless at the entrance of the tube, he watched them. The little fat head it was out with a simple blue to the eye. However, he stepped up his frail colleague and plunged his eyes completely in him. What he discovered in the eyes of his boss gave him his tears still stuck. It's a blurred vision he saw his head disappearing into the tunnel.

When the two fugitives took the view be far enough, they stopped in a doorway. Suzanne thanked him for having saved her from the trap of curiosity before running off to hide in another city for a while. Jukin ran home for the time needed to lock myself. When the site had finished its work, the city has held its clean enough, they would stop the proceedings and halt the generator to infinite.