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Fijoli
Guest
"Ah, short suits you," said Semper. Looking about the room as Valencia Explained Rou, his state, and the event which caused it. A Stag party, The first and last one Semper would ever attend. Soon Valencia and Semper were laughing and smiling as she went through the room explaining each face and the name that belonged to it. "You're a damn encyclopedia," taking a sip between my sentence, "I'm Semper, It's a pleasure," I said in near shouting and put out my hand to shake hers.
Semper began to wonder for what reasons Valencia could be breaking her habits of sobriety, and tonight of all nights, her mother couldn't be the only reason...her mother was just the projection of fear and anger. Semper stopped these thoughts before they ran away with her and looked out into the crowd as people blended together. She had an urge to leave. Something didn't settle right in her stomach, but after a few moments pass she turns back to Valencia, her curiosity getting the better of her. Ordering another drink she began to think and speak altogether.
"Harlot? Really? quite a thing for a mother to say. You know, we're a lot alike you and I, My father called me a Whore once too."
Semper reached into her pocket and pulled out a small sketch pad, placed it in Valencia's hand and opened to the first of its many erotic images. Sexual scenes, explicit positions, women on women, men on men, each page had another art piece more detailed than the last. For such a tiny book, the drawings had every refined detail of the naked human body in endless posses and actions.
"Now I have more money then I know what to do with and My father is dead," taking a sip of scotch to pause ",never knew my mother. Why he didn't approve of my profession was obvious, The human body just fascinates me. What makes me happy made my father cry." Semper said through a smile. "What makes you happy?"
Semper began to wonder for what reasons Valencia could be breaking her habits of sobriety, and tonight of all nights, her mother couldn't be the only reason...her mother was just the projection of fear and anger. Semper stopped these thoughts before they ran away with her and looked out into the crowd as people blended together. She had an urge to leave. Something didn't settle right in her stomach, but after a few moments pass she turns back to Valencia, her curiosity getting the better of her. Ordering another drink she began to think and speak altogether.
"Harlot? Really? quite a thing for a mother to say. You know, we're a lot alike you and I, My father called me a Whore once too."
Semper reached into her pocket and pulled out a small sketch pad, placed it in Valencia's hand and opened to the first of its many erotic images. Sexual scenes, explicit positions, women on women, men on men, each page had another art piece more detailed than the last. For such a tiny book, the drawings had every refined detail of the naked human body in endless posses and actions.
"Now I have more money then I know what to do with and My father is dead," taking a sip of scotch to pause ",never knew my mother. Why he didn't approve of my profession was obvious, The human body just fascinates me. What makes me happy made my father cry." Semper said through a smile. "What makes you happy?"