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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on Jun 17, 2016 1:07:05 GMT
"Oh..! I see.... well.... guess it was for the better, with such a stepfather.", he said and then kept on listening to her. Living above the bar you work in? That sounded really cool. "Sounds like you had the life of a rebellious artist somehow", he joked and grinned. Would make the perfect story for a book somehow.... "Oh, you have a brother? ....That's nice. You definitely deserved this, after going through so much in such early years of your life. And you still live near your father and brother now..?Until you got here I mean?", he asked curious. She probably did. "Oh, me? Well, I did no such thing as serving or anything... after the military I went to St. Petersburg and went straight to the company I have my current job now. I started as a simple office worker and made my way to the top team of the management.", he explained and shrugged. There was nothing really interesting about this, he was more interested in her "wild life" with no money and working in a bar. "Tell me more about the time you worked in that bar.", he requested and winked.
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Men have two emotions: hungry and horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.
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Post by Celia Adelaine on Jun 17, 2016 20:13:45 GMT
She laughed softly when he compared her life to that of a runaway painter. Atleast that was how she saw it. When he told more about himself she listened his voice was so soothing. "I still live close by to them." She answered at his question about her living place. He then asked about the bar. Celia laughed softly. Her hands going over his upper arms and to his hands. Before she walked her fingers across his arms. Back upwards. "Well I lived upstairs of the bar. It was small but I did not need much space. My boss lived on the same appartment. It wasn't very proffesional but oh well...." Celia smiled softly. Remembering how grateful she was that she could live there. At night it would've been difficult. Feeling strange at first. "I worked evening shifts and slept during the day. Or if I couldn't sleep I would get up to buy groceries. I remember one night we closed so late both my boss and I went to buy meat and we had a barbeque on the roof of the bar." Celia laughed softly. Her fingers haven walked upto his cheek again. John... How would he be?
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Post by Dimitri Sudayev on Jun 20, 2016 23:57:41 GMT
He raised an eyebrow and grinned. Not very professional, huh? "Your boss was living in the same appartment? So, did you two...converge?", he asked with a wink, leaving no doubt about what he was talking about. If her life really was a book, the answer would definitely been a yes. He was curious. "A barbeque on the roof... sounds like you two were good friends. And like a very good life.", he meant and smiled softly. He actually wasn't jealous of her boss - even if he had expected to be - he was only happy for her having had such a beautiful and peaceful time of her life. She deserved it. Her hand touched his cheek and he turned his head to place a kiss on her palm. He wanted to keep this tranquil feeling he had now forever. "Hey... let's take a little nap together and dream about a little barbeque of ourselves...", he whispered and gently laid her down, next to him. He stroke through her hair.
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