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Wednesday, November 9, 2016
09h00 Newark-Liberty Airport Farewell to High School and I'm finally back on a trip. First stop in France for the award of the prize for the French group of the year for a radio. I feel alive again. The affair of my coasts did not make any noise because I was compensated, Bianca too and I imagine that the Chinese insurance also. The days at school were very long and getting fired from class was not that easy. I was very surprised to find that the other teachers were so tolerant and patient with me and did not think it would be useful to send me to the director who had no choice but to be discreet fufufu. You have to know how to choose your partners to live your life quietly and avoid boredom and scandals. Still no business class but I promise to work very hard to one day be entitled to and enjoy the comfort of the business class that the first class is not worth at all. I see that from here. Lisa sips her tequila sunrise in the business class and slams her fingers for a new straw. Lisa's American dream is this one, tequila sunrise, straw, slams her fingers and business class. While I am still smiling stupidly, a slap in the back of my head brings me out of this wonderful dream of personal success. "Lisa, when you come back to earth among us, we'll be able to get on board." It's hard to get back to reality. The paradox is too brutal and this slap is especially hard psychologically. A moment ago, I was the queen of heaven and now, I'm silly. To say that some people think that I have a dream life. If they heard the way my agent treated me and spoke to me, they would change their opinion very quickly.
17:45 BMW 7 again. I look at Terry with a disillusioned expression and sorry for him. The manager accustomed to rent us cars, begins to know us very well and laughs at seeing me but again the answer I get, is a bark of Terry who like every time gets upset. What predictable man who does not know how to vary the road pleasures and his reactions. Too bad, anyway, tomorrow I will not see it because Jenna and I have planned to go shopping for fun.
8:55 PM While Jenna is having a shower, I'm going to join her under the water to avoid waste. Yes, I am a confirmed ecologist. I take some shower gel in my hand and start washing her shoulders. I then go to his arms, his back, his fine hip, his small size and grabs her beautiful breasts by kissing her neck. I stick to her and continue to wash her lower by supporting her as she begins to struggle to stand up. My shower over, I come back energized, happy and proud of my skill washer / masseuse. Maybe I'm wrong at work because my hands are made to massage others, but the massages all day must be tiring and obsessed as I am, I will jump on the customers. I want a coke now. I put on my skirt, my blouse, my shoes and go down to the bar of the hotel which should not be closed at this time. Won, six people argue in groups of two while a bartender wipes the glass. We almost believe see a film missed 80s.
I approach the counter. "Good evening, a coke, please."
the waiter smiles at me. "Do you have your badge miss, otherwise it will make you € 17."
I take out my keys and look. "Are you talking about that?"
I hope because I left hurriedly and did not take my money. "Yes, that's it, mademoiselle. Give it to me, I'll credit your consumption of your total."
I guess their operation is different from other hotels we have stayed at. He gives me back my badge, gives me my coca but a man comes to disturb me when I was going to start drinking it. 45 years old, handsome guy but pretentious. "Miss Lisa Hanckok, I'm not mistaken?"
One minute, man pretentious because I'm too thirsty. I swallow a sip of coca looking at him and sigh with a smile. Oh that's good. Normally, I do not have the right, so I take the opportunity to generally drink in secret. "Yes it's me, you are?"
The man does not stop smiling but his smile is very annoying. You know that kind of a bit of a skewed smile as if he was a little dismissive. Yet I believe he is not. "I am Georges Arson, producer and presenter of the biggest prime time program of France which is diffused on Sunday evening. I would like to invite you to the recording of my TV show Friday 11. Would you be available?"
I think but anyway I can not answer like that, but after so much inactivity, I want to work. "As long as I'm not older, everything must be approved by my agent so it's with him that you must talk about it. But for my part, I will answer that I agree. I call him, give me a moment ... He'll be here in two minutes and discuss this with you."
A silly Terry approaching at 6 o'clock. It's the expression, I play the indifferent but I'm happy. "Lisa what's this drink? Anyway, we'll fix it later. Good evening Mister Terry Swanson and incidentally Lisa's agent who is drinking a drink that is normally forbidden."
What an idiot. "I leave you between you. Good evening gentlemen, I'm going to rest."
Since I do not want to hear about numbers or anything related to things that concern me but are not my specialty, I retreat quickly. My bed is calling me and my wife is inside too. But something that comes from my stomach thinks otherwise. A fillet of beef, I want a fillet of beef. I run to the bedroom. Throw Jenna's dress and tell her we're going out to eat beef. But his reaction is not what I expected. She claims that it is dangerous and tells me that we will eat the beef tomorrow noon when we walk in the capital. What she does not understand is that it's not me who wants it but my stomach and I can not control her bovine impulses. I pull my tongue out, put on my jacket and go out quietly walking slowly to avoid crossing an annoying Terry. I take the stairs because this slacker will take the elevator. This is now the most problematic and difficult passage to cross. The obstacle that separates me from the fillet of beef that calls me. The huge illuminated lobby of the hotel. The Alcatraz of the hungry. I shave the walls, throw myself behind a couch, imitating a secret agent I saw in a series last week, then try to roll to the side but I knock in something or someone. I look up, but before I see the creature responsible for my arrest, a hand grabs my ear and pulls it. "I thought you were going to sleep idiot, but now the reception warns me that you have fun playing the soldiers in the hall. In your bed now Lisa and stop your childishness." While I leave vanquished in the direction of the elevator and beg pardon to the fillet of beef that begs me to join him, Terry does not take my eyes off. If I had known there were traitors among the staff members, I would have gone through the emergency exit.
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Wednesday, November 9, 2016
09h00 Newark-Liberty Airport Farewell to High School and I'm finally back on a trip. First stop in France for the award of the prize for the French group of the year for a radio. I feel alive again. The affair of my coasts did not make any noise because I was compensated, Bianca too and I imagine that the Chinese insurance also. The days at school were very long and getting fired from class was not that easy. I was very surprised to find that the other teachers were so tolerant and patient with me and did not think it would be useful to send me to the director who had no choice but to be discreet fufufu. You have to know how to choose your partners to live your life quietly and avoid boredom and scandals. Still no business class but I promise to work very hard to one day be entitled to and enjoy the comfort of the business class that the first class is not worth at all. I see that from here. Lisa sips her tequila sunrise in the business class and slams her fingers for a new straw. Lisa's American dream is this one, tequila sunrise, straw, slams her fingers and business class. While I am still smiling stupidly, a slap in the back of my head brings me out of this wonderful dream of personal success. "Lisa, when you come back to earth among us, we'll be able to get on board." It's hard to get back to reality. The paradox is too brutal and this slap is especially hard psychologically. A moment ago, I was the queen of heaven and now, I'm silly. To say that some people think that I have a dream life. If they heard the way my agent treated me and spoke to me, they would change their opinion very quickly.
17:45 BMW 7 again. I look at Terry with a disillusioned expression and sorry for him. The manager accustomed to rent us cars, begins to know us very well and laughs at seeing me but again the answer I get, is a bark of Terry who like every time gets upset. What predictable man who does not know how to vary the road pleasures and his reactions. Too bad, anyway, tomorrow I will not see it because Jenna and I have planned to go shopping for fun.
8:55 PM While Jenna is having a shower, I'm going to join her under the water to avoid waste. Yes, I am a confirmed ecologist. I take some shower gel in my hand and start washing her shoulders. I then go to his arms, his back, his fine hip, his small size and grabs her beautiful breasts by kissing her neck. I stick to her and continue to wash her lower by supporting her as she begins to struggle to stand up. My shower over, I come back energized, happy and proud of my skill washer / masseuse. Maybe I'm wrong at work because my hands are made to massage others, but the massages all day must be tiring and obsessed as I am, I will jump on the customers. I want a coke now. I put on my skirt, my blouse, my shoes and go down to the bar of the hotel which should not be closed at this time. Won, six people argue in groups of two while a bartender wipes the glass. We almost believe see a film missed 80s.
I approach the counter. "Good evening, a coke, please."
the waiter smiles at me. "Do you have your badge miss, otherwise it will make you € 17."
I take out my keys and look. "Are you talking about that?"
I hope because I left hurriedly and did not take my money. "Yes, that's it, mademoiselle. Give it to me, I'll credit your consumption of your total."
I guess their operation is different from other hotels we have stayed at. He gives me back my badge, gives me my coca but a man comes to disturb me when I was going to start drinking it. 45 years old, handsome guy but pretentious. "Miss Lisa Hanckok, I'm not mistaken?"
One minute, man pretentious because I'm too thirsty. I swallow a sip of coca looking at him and sigh with a smile. Oh that's good. Normally, I do not have the right, so I take the opportunity to generally drink in secret. "Yes it's me, you are?"
The man does not stop smiling but his smile is very annoying. You know that kind of a bit of a skewed smile as if he was a little dismissive. Yet I believe he is not. "I am Georges Arson, producer and presenter of the biggest prime time program of France which is diffused on Sunday evening. I would like to invite you to the recording of my TV show Friday 11. Would you be available?"
I think but anyway I can not answer like that, but after so much inactivity, I want to work. "As long as I'm not older, everything must be approved by my agent so it's with him that you must talk about it. But for my part, I will answer that I agree. I call him, give me a moment ... He'll be here in two minutes and discuss this with you."
A silly Terry approaching at 6 o'clock. It's the expression, I play the indifferent but I'm happy. "Lisa what's this drink? Anyway, we'll fix it later. Good evening Mister Terry Swanson and incidentally Lisa's agent who is drinking a drink that is normally forbidden."
What an idiot. "I leave you between you. Good evening gentlemen, I'm going to rest."
Since I do not want to hear about numbers or anything related to things that concern me but are not my specialty, I retreat quickly. My bed is calling me and my wife is inside too. But something that comes from my stomach thinks otherwise. A fillet of beef, I want a fillet of beef. I run to the bedroom. Throw Jenna's dress and tell her we're going out to eat beef. But his reaction is not what I expected. She claims that it is dangerous and tells me that we will eat the beef tomorrow noon when we walk in the capital. What she does not understand is that it's not me who wants it but my stomach and I can not control her bovine impulses. I pull my tongue out, put on my jacket and go out quietly walking slowly to avoid crossing an annoying Terry. I take the stairs because this slacker will take the elevator. This is now the most problematic and difficult passage to cross. The obstacle that separates me from the fillet of beef that calls me. The huge illuminated lobby of the hotel. The Alcatraz of the hungry. I shave the walls, throw myself behind a couch, imitating a secret agent I saw in a series last week, then try to roll to the side but I knock in something or someone. I look up, but before I see the creature responsible for my arrest, a hand grabs my ear and pulls it. "I thought you were going to sleep idiot, but now the reception warns me that you have fun playing the soldiers in the hall. In your bed now Lisa and stop your childishness." While I leave vanquished in the direction of the elevator and beg pardon to the fillet of beef that begs me to join him, Terry does not take my eyes off. If I had known there were traitors among the staff members, I would have gone through the emergency exit.
Wednesday, November 9, 201609h00 Newark-Liberty Airport Farewell to High School and I'm finally back on a trip. First stop in France for the award of the prize for the French group of the year for a radio. I feel alive again. The affair of my coasts did not make any noise because I was compensated, Bianca too and I imagine that the Chinese insurance also. The days at school were very long and getting fired from class was not that easy. I was very surprised to find that the other teachers were so tolerant and patient with me and did not think it would be useful to send me to the director who had no choice but to be discreet fufufu. You have to know how to choose your partners to live your life quietly and avoid boredom and scandals. Still no business class but I promise to work very hard to one day be entitled to and enjoy the comfort of the business class that the first class is not worth at all. I see that from here. Lisa sips her tequila sunrise in the business class and slams her fingers for a new straw. Lisa's American dream is this one, tequila sunrise, straw, slams her fingers and business class. While I am still smiling stupidly, a slap in the back of my head brings me out of this wonderful dream of personal success. "Lisa, when you come back to earth among us, we'll be able to get on board." It's hard to get back to reality. The paradox is too brutal and this slap is especially hard psychologically. A moment ago, I was the queen of heaven and now, I'm silly. To say that some people think that I have a dream life. If they heard the way my agent treated me and spoke to me, they would change their opinion very quickly.17:45 BMW 7 again. I look at Terry with a disillusioned expression and sorry for him. The manager accustomed to rent us cars, begins to know us very well and laughs at seeing me but again the answer I get, is a bark of Terry who like every time gets upset. What predictable man who does not know how to vary the road pleasures and his reactions. Too bad, anyway, tomorrow I will not see it because Jenna and I have planned to go shopping for fun.8:55 PM While Jenna is having a shower, I'm going to join her under the water to avoid waste. Yes, I am a confirmed ecologist. I take some shower gel in my hand and start washing her shoulders. I then go to his arms, his back, his fine hip, his small size and grabs her beautiful breasts by kissing her neck. I stick to her and continue to wash her lower by supporting her as she begins to struggle to stand up. My shower over, I come back energized, happy and proud of my skill washer / masseuse. Maybe I'm wrong at work because my hands are made to massage others, but the massages all day must be tiring and obsessed as I am, I will jump on the customers. I want a coke now. I put on my skirt, my blouse, my shoes and go down to the bar of the hotel which should not be closed at this time. Won, six people argue in groups of two while a bartender wipes the glass. We almost believe see a film missed 80s.I approach the counter. "Good evening, a coke, please."the waiter smiles at me. "Do you have your badge miss, otherwise it will make you 17."I take out my keys and look. "Are you talking about that?"I hope because I left hurriedly and did not take my money. "Yes, that's it, mademoiselle. Give it to me, I'll credit your consumption of your total."I guess their operation is different from other hotels we have stayed at. He gives me back my badge, gives me my coca but a man comes to disturb me when I was going to start drinking it. 45 years old, handsome guy but pretentious. "Miss Lisa Hanckok, I'm not mistaken?"One minute, man pretentious because I'm too thirsty. I swallow a sip of coca looking at him and sigh with a smile. Oh that's good. Normally, I do not have the right, so I take the opportunity to generally drink in secret. "Yes it's me, you are?"The man does not stop smiling but his smile is very annoying. You know that kind of a bit of a skewed smile as if he was a little dismissive. Yet I believe he is not. "I am Georges Arson, producer and presenter of the biggest prime time program of France which is diffused on Sunday evening. I would like to invite you to the recording of my TV show Friday 11. Would you be available?"I think but anyway I can not answer like that, but after so much inactivity, I want to work. "As long as I'm not older, everything must be approved by my agent so it's with him that you must talk about it. But for my part, I will answer that I agree. I call him, give me a moment ... He'll be here in two minutes and discuss this with you."A silly Terry approaching at 6 o'clock. It's the expression, I play the indifferent but I'm happy. "Lisa what's this drink? Anyway, we'll fix it later. Good evening Mister Terry Swanson and incidentally Lisa's agent who is drinking a drink that is normally forbidden."What an idiot. "I leave you between you. Good evening gentlemen, I'm going to rest."Since I do not want to hear about numbers or anything related to things that concern me but are not my specialty, I retreat quickly. My bed is calling me and my wife is inside too. But something that comes from my stomach thinks otherwise. A fillet of beef, I want a fillet of beef. I run to the bedroom. Throw Jenna's dress and tell her we're going out to eat beef. But his reaction is not what I expected. She claims that it is dangerous and tells me that we will eat the beef tomorrow noon when we walk in the capital. What she does not understand is that it's not me who wants it but my stomach and I can not control her bovine impulses. I pull my tongue out, put on my jacket and go out quietly walking slowly to avoid crossing an annoying Terry. I take the stairs because this slacker will take the elevator. This is now the most problematic and difficult passage to cross. The obstacle that separates me from the fillet of beef that calls me. The huge illuminated lobby of the hotel. The Alcatraz of the hungry. I shave the walls, throw myself behind a couch, imitating a secret agent I saw in a series last week, then try to roll to the side but I knock in something or someone. I look up, but before I see the creature responsible for my arrest, a hand grabs my ear and pulls it. "I thought you were going to sleep idiot, but now the reception warns me that you have fun playing the soldiers in the hall. In your bed now Lisa and stop your childishness." While I leave vanquished in the direction of the elevator and beg pardon to the fillet of beef that begs me to join him, Terry does not take my eyes off. If I had known there were traitors among the staff members, I would have gone through the emergency exit.
