Book: Lust for trust

Tell me about it. But not now, and then. When I feel that I can understand everything you're I have discovered. I think that the time is not far off.

The world is in the imagination of girls simultaneously expanded and shrunk to the size of the item she held in her hand. And her body rushed to meet him, as the only source of life. She was swallowing someone's blood and felt like she became a part of it, like two peas mercury merge into one. Heart pounding harder, driving the increased flow through the veins, and the noise it sounded in my ears, becoming similar to the sound of the waves outside the window of the Villa, and merges with him. Was the breath of the world, Christina knew it. Now she did know everything, she's definitely stuck itself like the plug in the socket a certain common flow of life and energy. And the feeling was forced to laugh and cry at the same time.

- How is it? Tell me - suddenly asked the girl.
- Imagine a storm in the desert. The sand penetrates the clothing, clogged nose, mouth and eyes. Imagine that the pores of the skin it has penetrated into your body, filled your veins, and you're dried up like a river. And then imagine that it was raining. A heavy downpour, which washed you from all the dust that filled your veins. This is how to have an orgasm, he opened at last, eyes askance and looked at the girl. Only this is many times better. It's like being born again.

Alex's face acquired a more lively tint and just glowed from the inside with relief and enjoyment. The girl turned away, because what was happening she saw something intimate, something that it is improper to look as she had looked.

On the pale forehead, covered with perspiration, fell down a pair of black strands, giving the whole face very pained expression.

I have enough courage to again just to see you.

Attack sudden excitement, definitely stunned her. Sweaty palms, fingers tightly intertwined, becoming disobedient and like a cold, wet worms, paralyzed with cramp. Heart beat often, driving to the head with hot blood, making the face glow.

Inside, somewhere in his lungs, like he was shaking the air. Sticky and weak, but still panicky feeling, as if she was made entirely of jelly, and it would have touched an electric toothbrush.

Happened something strange. I now opened the book and seem to be caught in "the matrix". Don't know how to explain it. I feel like a head dunked in the toilet. A toilet made of pure knowledge and information.

... I'm not such what was earlier. And continue to change, something happens in me.
- Are you scared?
Yes. But less than before.

Her entire figure froze exactly, the shoulders became more angular, the back if filled with lead. Fear seemed tangible, wrapped around her body thick, sticky veil.

From the look of his grey eyes had smelled the danger and grave cold. So the beast looks at its prey before the attack.

An old tale can come to life, if too often to tell children before bedtime.

Words are dangerous. A lie spoken repeatedly becomes the truth.