The host most enormous that I've stuck in life, without any doubt. A mass of iron and glass, clavándoseme everywhere. And cries, besides mine, "in which I recognized my wife, Makenda and Charo.
Then came the kick, the black: in the ribs, legs, arms ... And their cries
:
- Galing! Where Galing!
And mine:
- Stop! A white man has it all! Stop!
to all this, I with my eyes closed, out of pure pain.
And then I heard another voice, that of Makenda:
- Makendo!
And then another voice, that of Makendo:
- Makenda!
And then a shot, cortabolas and dry. And I opened my eyes and I was left alone, so I was not clear what to do but watch, and looked aside and saw the black, jumping over the fence, but in reverse, and looked the other way and saw the truffles, which opened what was left of gate and approached, pointing with his pipe, the smoke coming out and saying,
- Do not shoot! Everyone still! This is the bastard of truffles!
tried to say something. But I could not. Do you know of those nightmares where you try to scream and do not you get? Same thing. Truffles appeared behind my wife, looking surprised.
- What are you doing, Manolo? He asks the truffles. What will you do?
- Kill the bastard, honey.
After Makenda hear, shouting something in his language, which to me should mean:
- Do not shoot the pipe! Teresa's husband is and father of Manolillo! And let
point and I know I will die there, no identity, no nothing. And there comes a time when it is not only who can not speak, but that did not even hear: Teresa's mouth moves, the mouth moves Truffles, the sun shines on high; not going to see the next failure .
close my eyes.
Sabrino the Sabrinas. Are all in the white tunnel. Sound fanfare, confetti falling. They smile, are welcoming me.
And then occurs: the last memory of my life sad and shabby. We
my wife and I, the notary. We put before writing, so the sign. Are those of real estate, the credit clearance, the head of our branch. We will have our own flat. We will belong to them, all of them. Teresa
signature. I miss my writing. My name, I have to sign below. I think of it, look at my wife, I smile. A lot of years lamp by clubs, linking the ass: the end of it. I have her, I have Manolillo. Goodbye
adventure, excitement goodbye. From now on, only a straight line directly into nothingness.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Noto as if he had swallowed glass mashed. I spit blood. I look at writing. And I do all I can do: Three
. Two
.
One ...
- Long live the family and the ordeeeeeeeen! I scream.
And while I do, you will be under the truffles the sweatpants and underpants, a single pull.
My wife looks at the cock. Look at Truffles in the face. Look at his dick again.
And he gets a kick in the balls and falls to the ground truffles. And he is hitting. Remains striking. Remains striking. Truffles
But has not dropped the gun, so again pointing to his head and says:
- I kill. I kill!
and grabbed my lapels, lifts me up and we get into the villa. Tere look me in the eyes, crying. We climbed the stairs. We entered a room.
I beg to wear a rubber knees. He says he will. I thank him, tears dripping.
Through the window, I see a lot of police surrounding the villa. Among them is O'Brete, pistol and bulletproof vest. O'Brete throws something and climbs: suddenly I have it before me, on the other side of the window.
- Do something, O'Brete! -Beg.
What makes O'Brete? Smile. And lifting a finger, another comb.
The Truffles I bum. Follow anal sex. Follow anal sex.
then heard a shot and Truffles of the gun, which has blown his brains out. I see a piece
slammed into the window.
END OF THE FIRST PART.
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