بیست و نهم اکتبر دوهزار و یازده

Everybody is getting ready for Halloween and I think about your custom.
Would you wear one? what would you be? A Dracula? A pirate? a priest? a muslim terrorist? what would you be?
I wish you stop talking in my head. I was walking out of one of the West Wood Halloween stores when you started talking again.
I had a short skirt and a red high heel. It was your company x-max party and you had a Champagne in your hand, saw me in the lobby, came toward me, took my hand, walked me to your company party hall and introduced me to your direct boss.” My partner, Leva” i could not say a world. i smiled, but I was not ur partner and ill never be ur partner and I don’t want to be your partner.
you took my hand. by then i was sitting in Esha’s car. She was talking, but i could help her. you took my hand and asked the reception for a room.
I was there for another business. opening night of gallery or something. but I couldn’t say no to you. I never did.
you took my hand and take the room key. I couldn’t say a word. you dragged me, literally draged me to the bed. stabbed me with a something. i couldn’t see it. stabbed me more and i started bleeding. the sheet was all red. you tied my hands, stabbed me and made love with me.
i was crying and laughing. crying more and laughing more. you tried, you tired harder and harder. it didn’t happen. you cried, i freed my hands, took my dress and left. I left and you were crying.
The story doesn’t have any end. I don’t know what would happen after. I may come back to Santa Barbara. bruises all over my body and dried blood in my neck and shoulder.
u paid the room and left.
No more image. U cried and I had an accident. the end was that cheap.