a matutinal shot of tequila.
sarah was back in the office by the time dana was up. she conveniently picked up the white cotton t-shirt frm the floor and was down in the hall, just in time to see the last of the fishing boats speedin off into the horizon and back only at dusk. but it was beyond her anticipation when sarah wld be back.
it was a stunningly exclusive night. for sarah's sake, dana tried desperately to keep up appearances, had her hair done, applied discreet colours to her face. a su-chef at a italian restaurant couple of yrs back, she had managed well, especially the specialities. the sapid sea bass with coarse salt poached in lobster oil, and the indescribably complex and delectable ballottine of lamb stuffed with ground veal, sweet-breads and truffles - as the main dishes. they got high on the bottle of white wine last night before retreatin to the bedroom.. yet now, when she looked in the mirror, she saw a drained countenance, its expression wary, as if at any minute it might undergo disintegration, as if there were no longer any cells to separate the skin from the bone.
sarah londriguez is what neighbours will call a croquette- 'cold on streets, hot in sheets'. dana grew weary frm the perepetual rumours and gossips spreadin frm her neighbourhood to the restaurant, so much so she was coerced to quit for fear of 'bringin bout a efflux of diners, disruption of business' - as claimed by her manager.
once again she sits on the armchair facin the waters- crouched up- a shot glass, a half bottle of tequila and a bowl of neatly sliced lemons were arranged on the table beside her. as she watches the waves slammin down hard on the sands, she exhausted every ounce of her will-power to keep her tears in. very smoothly, they started frm the corners of her eyes, passin the curvatures of her high cheek bones, to her sexy full lips and eventually fallin off frm her chin. her whole body shakes uncontrollably.
it was a stunningly exclusive night. for sarah's sake, dana tried desperately to keep up appearances, had her hair done, applied discreet colours to her face. a su-chef at a italian restaurant couple of yrs back, she had managed well, especially the specialities. the sapid sea bass with coarse salt poached in lobster oil, and the indescribably complex and delectable ballottine of lamb stuffed with ground veal, sweet-breads and truffles - as the main dishes. they got high on the bottle of white wine last night before retreatin to the bedroom.. yet now, when she looked in the mirror, she saw a drained countenance, its expression wary, as if at any minute it might undergo disintegration, as if there were no longer any cells to separate the skin from the bone.
sarah londriguez is what neighbours will call a croquette- 'cold on streets, hot in sheets'. dana grew weary frm the perepetual rumours and gossips spreadin frm her neighbourhood to the restaurant, so much so she was coerced to quit for fear of 'bringin bout a efflux of diners, disruption of business' - as claimed by her manager.
once again she sits on the armchair facin the waters- crouched up- a shot glass, a half bottle of tequila and a bowl of neatly sliced lemons were arranged on the table beside her. as she watches the waves slammin down hard on the sands, she exhausted every ounce of her will-power to keep her tears in. very smoothly, they started frm the corners of her eyes, passin the curvatures of her high cheek bones, to her sexy full lips and eventually fallin off frm her chin. her whole body shakes uncontrollably.
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