Fei Meng Ng
The doctor likes to wear women's wigs when they go to sleep. The particularity of its strange taste is that wigs had to be women's hair. Nothing artificial. So the doctor frequently visited the salon, where hair flying, expand, expand, watered and spread everywhere. Each entry was through the doors of those places have opened a feeling of ecstasy, so much so that his hands were shaking and I felt chills from his toes to the top of his head with subtleties of bristling hair. Ahead of the employees (including women and crazy), stylists (including women and crazy) and the customer, collect the various strands, residues of hair of different colors mixed with dirt floor. Then he took them to his mouth to taste the quality. I do not know what factors depended on quality control, but I'm sure he knew because he expressed with great moans of pleasure as he chewed and played on the floor with these lifeless pieces that once belonged and breathed in the hair of femininity reciprocal . The next step that followed was the smell. Smell the scent of a woman between the saliva and despair. Aspired hair so tightly that there was the sound of wind instrument like a small dry cleaner nose.
Classifying odors, differentiating chemicals, unwashed, dandruff, lice, and so on. I do not know how to perform quality control odors but he knew and that was important. After doing the classifying and picked the almost perfect. In the process a few hairs were going through the nose along with dust and dirt, but did not care, because this graciously coughed and laughed. An orgy of hair lay on the antithesis of his hands ran over her body both internally and externally. The climax took him to undress. The crowd was already touched on both pragmatic in a drama show psychotic. Terrorist! They called the ladies in the middle of the task of digging in those beauty parlors plasticity. Vulgar! She said the strawberries and sexy! the artists present. Stylists no opinion, just watched in amazement. The anticlimax was used to wag with decency, as if to participate in this vile act of conscience remordedor sublime but unable to break their own barriers of fear in such a situation. Could not act on that show because they would be fired. A suicide. Finally the doctor
eclecticism bothered chosen hair in a plastic bag in a supermarket as if you were buying accessories for women secretly once your biological alarm down to orange alert. He stole 1264 hair (the bathroom was in white where the color contrast of the real strings fine woman), a lipstick and nail polish eight different colors, and I'll tell you why, but it sure was not for his wife. Nobody noticed anything, as they all were stunned. Theft, say, the show was a success for the audience. Of course, this is just a small sample of what happens when women visit salons, when making a grand entrance and exit them released. When men do not go.
The bathroom is white, ie white tub, floor, roof and white walls, sink, white toilet, shower curtains, toothbrush, toothpaste, white soap, and check the status of spit and sticky hair.
Approaching the opened tub faucets hot and cold in an act of preservation for their hair, and he was going to wash with a lot of effort but with the gentleness of a mother when bathing your newborn. The process is in the process filling the bath neat white. I say neatly, because it cleans your bathroom every day busily taking care that no waste is nothing if at any time the Secret Service at her home track. Spend three to six hours clearing trails in the bathroom of any clandestine meeting and fetish with an air of thoroughness.
work so hard cleanser makes you sweat heavily, which loves to collect every drop of sweat on a glass bottle for drinking water. Do not worry, do not drink (I think), just like feeding your cat to drink it sometimes feel like having sex with the neighbor's dog. The doctor enjoys that role from time to time at three in the morning. It does feel glorified. So cruel that he would take her to have sex with her cat. This detail only the cat knows. We do not, because she does not speak. Not now. With respect to the aphrodisiac properties of sweat doctor they are not checked. Allergic reactions to such ingredients have been expressed by his cat. Tested on animals.
While filling your bathtub with water, drooling imagining sleeping with her hair, stroking, squeezing and pouring it all over his body as liquid-filled pens wild passion. So his heart was beating fast forward to detoxify the poor hair. She takes it dirty but it's nasty creatures finely hairy. Wished to preserve the original essence of the product. Dr. imagine how many times the hair of women who got their hands have witnessed and have seen their love sex and that excites him more. By the time the bath water was poured on the floor, gave a piercing scream. Was not aware of over time while passing through his imagination. The doctor was sitting on the edge of the bath which also included her sweet hair, when he felt the water wetting pants. Looked trying to find a resting place for the hair. Realizing that swam across the floor, felt a remorse so great against the water hit her badly. It was a futile attempt to save the fine product that was distilled down the drain in your bathroom. He saw clearly how each of its 1264 hair disappear from sight by the drain hole between the top of it and the cavernous tube filled with sewage. Was due to the contrast of its various hair he could clearly see those lives going to the slaughterhouse, to mass suicide and compulsive. The doctor noted the distance from one corner of your bathroom the way of their hair down the drain in the other corner and then to the sewer. He could not move, I was tense for the loss by the powerless to do anything, as if time stopped him. It was a traumatic experience. His beloved hair, their hair, they were gone.
After dry cleaning bathroom and sat eagerly on the edge of your bathtub. I looked at the drainage and the tears flowed slowly crossing his face from his vacant eyes and pale red to the edge of his chin. Fell and recycled in a bottle of drinking water to drink it and get drunk with her. I kept watching it drain. He was stiff. Suddenly, reacted and went for the eight lipstick and nail polish. Once in his hands that wiped away the tears and left the house. She sought her girlfriends and gave them eight glazes each. She painted her lips and kissed each of them. Each time he finished kissing one, he took a touch and kiss to the next. In the event cried when he felt the hairs of those. Girls reminded his fine, which once had in his hands. He remembered everything that had to do for them, since their rescue of love to the possibility that they can be bathed and slept with them. After kissing the eighth, he slept alone. Upon waking the next day, decided to devote the rest of his life to paint your nails to their girlfriends. Always started by the feet and ended with his hands. He worked primarily for the purchase glazes. So he consoled by the absence of his hair and filled his life. His eight brides were eight nail polish and lipstick.
The author is a student. Born in Brazil, to Chinese parents. Is a Venezuelan citizen and currently resides in Puerto Rico. He has won several literary prizes in the university.
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