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“N-no ... nothing ...” he began, but then he stopped himself: because of the nearest graves, someone heard a humming voice.
The young man was showered with a sudden wave of mystical horror, mixed with a realistic fear of being caught at the scene of the crime and taken to the police. This mixture reached its critical mass when he managed to make out the words:
Love me two times, baby.
Love me twice today ...
On top of that, this voice was so much like the voice of a man, near the grave of which they stood ...
Light girlish laughter flowed into careless singing. Then the song was interrupted by the sound of a kiss. Paul looked at Claire: she too looked frightened and was looking in the same direction.
- It...he... She finally whispered with a note of awe. - is he... and Pamela ... - She looked at Fields and asked: - Do you remember what date it is?
Something to remember right now for Paul was tantamount to defending his master’s degree at the Sorbonne, but he somehow gathered into a pile his thoughts that had fled and stiffened in a stupor and squeezed out:
- T ... the third, it seems ... That is ... already the fourth, probably ...
“The night from the third to the fourth of July ...” she whispered. - Yes ... it all fits. is he died just at this time. And ... there is a sign that every year, on the anniversary of his death, his spirit comes here to his grave, along with the spirit of his girlfriend, Pamela. And he makes love to her ... And sometimes ... they are joined by the spirit of the third girl, Patricia ... with which he He was married by the witchcraft rite of the ancient Irish ...
After these words, Paul almost physically felt the meaning of the phrase “the roof is moving down,” which he often heard from his Russian classmates and the meaning of which was still incomprehensible to him. And although such things sounded too wild and unbelievable from the mouth of a young intellectual, five minutes to graduate from the faculty of arts at Sorbonne, at that moment all sensible thoughts completely disappeared from the head of a young man - he was ruled by panic.
Claire remained on her knees. The expression of fright from her eyes disappeared, all that remained was curiosity and some disappointment with which she watched as the young man, barely pulling on his jeans and underpants and forgetting to fasten his pants at the same time, rushed to run straight through the graves. It clearly did not occur to him that all exits from the cemetery were closed for a long time ...
“Poor thing,” the girl sighed. - In my opinion, I overdid ... "
Footsteps were heard nearby. Then - one more.
- Well, how? - Next to her sat a guy - judging by the young cheerful voice of about twenty.
“Convincing,” Claire smiled, turning in his direction. “But it seems we didn’t just throw him away from me, but also sent him straight to the asylum ...”
- And you should care? - On the other side of it, another figure crouched - a girlish. - In my opinion, he doesn’t even have enough mental hospitals for how he baked you ...
Claire giggled.
- Yeah, the boy turned out to be stubborn. Maybe you're right ...
“Claire, don't you feel sorry for him?” - suddenly asked the guy. - Still, the most loyal fan, from the first course ...
“Louis,” Claire said, “he had no loyalty, but mania.” And he is too ... obedient or something. Do you understand me? And those who are not interested in me ... But this scoundrel still managed to excite me, can you imagine? He had such a member ... hmmm, interesting ... And then ... such a presentation ... It’s even a pity that they didn’t give any pleasure.
- So this thing is fixable. Marie, do you mind? - And before Marie managed to somehow react, Louis put his hand between Claire's hips and lightly touched her wet pussy. Claire involuntarily squeezed her legs and lightly rubbed her caressing hand. - Mmmm ... yes, there really is a need for help ... And the sooner she comes, the better.
“Well then, help the girl,” Marie smiled slyly.
I didn’t have to repeat it twice: the young man gently knocked Claire into a depression in front of the gravestone and settled between her beautiful legs. In the next second, Claire bent under the tender pressure of his tongue; fingers slid along the ground, trying in vain to catch hold of it.On the face slowly, like a negative, indescribable bliss began to appear. From the chest began to escape quiet sighs ...
Marie slowly walked around the pair, standing over the girl's head; then she crouched, leaned over, and touched her lips to her lips. Claire responded instantly: she wrapped her arms around her head and pulled her close to her, merging with her friend in a real passionate kiss.
They fondled like that for a few minutes, until Louis suddenly pulled away from the oozing vagina and began to listen. Claire, feeling some discomfort, broke the kiss and looked at the guy:
- Louis, what's the matter? What happened?
- Claire, do you hear? He asked in a whisper, putting a finger to his lips.
“I can't hear anything,” the girl said in some annoyance. - What's the matter? Don't you want me?
There was no answer. Claire was already going to be offended, as befits an unsatisfied woman, but suddenly she herself heard what made the rest interrupt such a pleasant orgy.
Somewhere not far from them a pleasant strong voice, so similar to the voice of the one on whose grave they made love, sang:
Love me two times, baby.
Love me twice today ...
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I spoke out in the competition, I will express it here - it’s cool, it’s cool, it’s cool)))) Jimmy, tell me hello how you’re going to Per-Lachaise next time;)
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Well, if we see him there))) ...
Nekki, thank you. Thank. And again - thanks;).
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And you come from the third to the fourth of June - he will be there waiting for you)))))
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July, Nekki ... It all happened in July :). Or - it will happen :)))) ...
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Oops, sorry, it was sealed ...
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Continuation of "Give me two times 2" will be?
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Somehow it was not planned ... Hmm ...
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It turns out who is the author of this story! Actually, already by quoting from the song you can unravel the name of the author)
It is quite another now, after formatting! It reads easily, did not even notice how I swallowed two pages)
Inventive and fun. I am very sorry for Paul (And for Claire, I would have invented some punishment. She's nasty)))
However, here they were interested in the sequel above, it seemed to me that the story was finished, but if the author comes up with something further, it’s just as funny and creepy, I will read it with pleasure. A dozen from me.
Although there was one phrase that surprised me. But I will not quibble: a very insignificant blooper))))
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Nefertiti, I also see the story quite complete. Thank you for your attention to him and for the assessment.
About lyap it would be interesting to know. If it is easy, write in a personal. It may be really insignificant, but it is hardly worth missing the opportunity to learn something in terms of creativity.
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10!!! +++
Read the second time. Yes, the story is a bit changed. But there were other questions. Once such a legend goes over this grave, couples should have been queued on the night of the 3rd to the 4th. And would not have to look for her. I think it would be visible a mile away from burning candles and flashes of lighters, and the light of the phones. A kind of pagan, demonic rite of intercourse to the sound of Dors music))))
Harmful, of course. Not all such libertines in France)))
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Yur, I probably spoke a little indistinctly at the forum, so I’ll clarify the point here.
Yes, such a legend does exist, but it is not tied to the day of Morrison’s death.Simply, there is a certain belief that his spirit helps couples in love with his grave, especially if they make love there. Neither the date nor the time of day does not matter. Binding to the date I already did, because I needed it for the plot. Hopefully the spirit of Morrison is human. who also loved to make fun of his friends - forgive this innocent joke of mine. All for the sake of creativity, you know;) :) ...)
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Yes, now is much better.
Joke in the subject:
- Young man, you do not take me to the other side of the cemetery?
- What is it, the road is good?
- Yes, it's dark already, but I'm afraid of the dead.
- Why? Did they do something bad to you?
- There is nothing bad.
- Then, apparently, someone from your relatives or friends?
- No, and they did nothing.
- Strange you are still people, then why are you afraid of us?
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Eugene, thank you :).
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It is a pity that the story was removed. I would not vote for anyone else.
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Nettle, this is a very big compliment to me. Thank you very much.
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“- Claire, and it is not clear to you about him? - unsuccessfully requested duty. - All-right most worshiped devil, from the first course ...
“Louis,” said Claire, “he had no faith, but mania. And he is too ... listened to, that is. Ponimah me? And such me innocent ... But this is a legacy, all the time I had time to wake up, pardon? He has a member who turned out ... Hmmm, interesting ... And here ... so pious ... But it is a pity that he didn’t give to anyone. ”
Would cut out without any pity, honestly.
And so, I can say that ballad stories work out better for you.
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I also add that it is a pity, the story is out of competition. Yes, and with authorship is also problematic, some tovarischi are too predictable.
However, if you re-decide to repeat the competition I will give one piece of advice. Reception work for example until Sunday. And the publication of the stories of the day through 3-4. So that the organizer could see calmly (I hope among us students leaving everything for later, no?). Make comments and recommendations. Can it even be a story from the competition? It is unlikely that 20-30 stories will be sent to the competition, so it is quite possible to read and check out the design. Yes, and the general impression of the mistakes, too, can be announced and recommended for proofreading.
And I recommend the authors to be calmer, and not to highlight their own ego at the first criticism. In fact, the answers can also be given on behalf of the publishing nickname, or wait until the end of the voting. It's funny, by golly.
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Kapp, thank you for continuing to pay attention to my stories :). I am very, very pleased;).
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As an organizer, I say, there was not enough experience. He took up the literary contest, not taking into account that they use completely different ones. sredsvami, and missed 13 code from Sergey.
The story from this has become blurry. All his claims are accepted by me, I hope that he will understand me.
Regarding the competition. It is still almost a trial. Let's hope that it will be repeated, and the author will take part in them.
Sergey76, thank you for participating. I do not have the right to express an opinion as a forum moderator, so I can only say that I will be glad if you take part in contests in the future.
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Yugisto, do not worry, please. We have already dealt with everything and figured it out. Thank you for the opportunity to participate in the competition. Well, it's a pity, of course, that did not work out ... well, it happens. Nothing terrible and deadly happened.
I will try to take part in other competitions - provided that I have normal interesting ideas for stories;).
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