Where Did Myammee Get Her Hair

Sometimes, October has a detailed and gives us nights when I lived yesterday, those that do not forgotten.
Friends, laughter, flowers and wine. The kisses were only ours.
Sometimes called Rosario has its advantages; D

On the other hand ...

Here is the 3 rd chapter of DS, but not the last as I thought at first.
turns out the story, which has its own life and grows with you, is crying out for one more. I'm on it. (We note that this is my first minific not calculate very well x))

dedicate this (pen) &desktop search; last chapter to my beautiful xxmouchettexx , that has given me the world's most beautiful blend. Thanks, Candy \u0026lt;3 Also I dedicate all cariñoa aelilim for her birthday, and much more \u0026lt;3



Kisses ~

That afternoon he returned to the forest.

slipped by the old gate of the garden when everyone and his grandmotherwould avoid him? Why not recognize that was devouring curiosity? Needed to understand their world was so strange, so wild and unlike anything I had known that back to him was an adventure. Of course, for it had to leave the beaten path and take the consequences, but it was certainly worth it. Something inside, that Tom's voice fluttering under his checkered reason, he said: Do not settle.

Remembering Bill

products & iacuteand, to a never experienced pain, I wanted to be near him, cherish, protect from loneliness ...

deaf but fear bubbling in his chest.

If something bad happened to Bill could not ever forgive.

That night, exhausted by the harsh punishment and with open eyes in the darkness, burned by the desire to return to see Bill, the boy who worried yet attracted him as an abyss. CHT

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One by one, all spotless reasons were argued its decision was collapsing like a poorly constructed house of cards. At the break in the morning, fell into a deep sleep yielded no visions or nightmares ... just choked voice of Tom interior repeating: 'Beware' .

looked at the clock, there were more than four-thirty in the afternoon.

Black clouds covered the sky above the trees, hiding the sFuck games of chance.

walked quickly between the old trunks, trying to remember the way to the river. "

Lightning broke the sky into pieces and thunder echoed in Tom's head as a scream. I had to get out of there as soon as his grandfather had taught him that it was dangerous to be under a tree in a storm, and all around were hundreds!

He went quickly, as the rain intensified. CHTMLX

I, s past its shelter the storm raged. They stared in silence, listening to the downpour hit without mercy the roof of the hut.

Finally, Bill decided to speak for the first time that evening:

"did not come," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the bottom of your cup. The dreadlocked guy bit her lip guiltily.

"No," he admitted. How to explain that he had not wanted to see him again? Now, sitting on a blanket next to Bill, even he himself understood-. But I'm here.

"Yes, you're here," he repeated softly, almost to himself. Suddenly, Tom recalled that he kept one thing that could encourage him, and reached into his backpack.

"Here it is for you," smiled at his sincere expression of surprise, only chocolate.

His hands flew to take the tablet, and held her tightly against his chest.

The boy's enthusiasm was contagious, bu reíaySCABA Tom's eyes as if glimpsed a sparkling treasure hidden behind them.

"I have something for you," his voice was an ad ... and a confession. Without waiting for an answer, it jumped up and ran upstairs. Before you can say something, I was back, flushed and panting from the race, with a bundle of cloth in one hand and chocolate (not seemed willing drop) in the other.

"Open it.

Tom broke a couple of knots that held the package and discovered his gift. ara garnish ... and some detail. Had stolen hours of sleep to finish in the shortest possible time, not long ago had a friend like Tom, and I wanted . In addition, he was sure he had left a beautiful doll.

Tom was going to love.

"This is ..." croaked the dreadlocks, "is ... what is it? "His mouth was dry, I could not say anything inconsistent with that 'thing' in their hands.

- It's Bill! Can not you see? "Said the operator of the gift, like the most obvious of the world that terrifying pile of rags that had not look like people ... and less of 'Bill'. Tom was more like a voodoo doll, the kind that movies come out on the Series B eighties Pequeñoy was sewn looked awkwardly, but with care. The clothes were made of scraps, including recognized a piece of that fleece jacket full of pockets that Bill always wore. A nasty piece of hairy skin torn from God knows what poor creature and completed the filthy feathers atuendo of the 'thing'. But the worst was the head. Two mismatched buttons and a grim smile sewn with black thread gave the doll a malevolent expression of horror.

-Tomi-called sweet, clinging to the chocolate bar as a lifeline.

was excited, nervous and wanting to hear from your friend how much, cuantísimo she liked her gift. It is Bill, I am ... for you.

- Is it you? & Ablack thread, black earth, black wings, black blood, the most horrible dark ...

That dream was revealed as something else. Did not believe in premonitions, but matches the reality began to give chills. In any case preferred to shut their concerns to not scare Bill.

took the puppet with some aprensióny looked back, with wool hair was black, had sewed a loop of thin, soft natural hair .XC

At one point, the first season chestnuts were roasted on the embers of the fireplace. Tom tried them was warm and crisp. Delicious.

Bill knew that were good, had gathered the day before with his own hands, but just came to nibble a little. His greatest delight was to see how your hungry friends to enjoy. I watched enthralled, with a chutzpah that did not know I was.

gazed his dreadlocks loose over her shoulders, her skin golden, her lips ... Tom was & oacutee; watched and smiled, a little nervous.

- Want more Bill? You see, I ... .- could say no more. When you take the pan, a shower of sparks of fire fell on her bare arm, ouch!

Bill jumped to his side and away the ashes of his forearm with a cat quickly. Saliva soaked up two fingers, and went with them cleaning the damaged area. Tom began to feel some relief under the soft touch, but suddenly, without a word, the boy crouched beside him, put his lips tothe burn and started licking her slowly, like a wild little animal.

The touch of your tongue was moist and hot, fresh saliva on your skin and soothe the pain while his body burned more brightly than the fire. The breath dreadlocks agitated prisoner

extrañoy pleasure confusing. Unsafe stroked the hair of Bill, who thanked the gesture with a sweet purred, and closed its primitive priest with a pair of juicy licked. Tom was trembling inside.

Bill's eyes shone like gold l & awith a firm hug the boy soon returned. Tom

time seemed to stop at this moment until a detail made him smile, warm him out of his trance: By touching the back of Bill, he noticed a strange lump waistband.

"Hey, Bill ...

-Umm" His voice was a murmur in the ear of dreadlocks.

- Whether you like chocolate? - Laughed, looking for his eyes. cute, date me, stay ... "I asked again and again, hanging from his neck.

After a few losses and the certain promise of return, taken together the complicated path out to the people. Tom took a deep breath. The smell of damp earth floods everything, the storm had purified the air and some stars peeped shyly after the last clouds. It was beautiful, and Bill was a natural part of everything but not noticing. Had she stopped to look at the stars if he had not seen before in her eyes shine?

TMLXC

I break your heart! If he did he tear his innocence, and Bill would eventually hide world, afraid to ever trust another human being. Could not do that, much as he would suffer.

Tom tried to negotiate with his mother to wane punishment, but to no avail.

What hurt him most was the look of utter disappointment of his grandfather.

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went to his room without supper, with a lump in my throat closed

A bed is a death trap if you can not sleep, Tom had learned the past few nights to their chagrin. At three o'clock did count: sheets tangled, impossible positions, one hundred sheep jumping a fence like idiots, heat and despair.

At last he yielded to the evidence: the night was lost. His head was a mess.

turned on the bedside light c