Preparation to impress or rather fit the Christmas expectation had been fruitful,until last night. All the bucks in the savings account since last September were spent on Saturday: shoes, clothes and smartphones. Gifts to take home. This festive season was to be one of a kind. First year on the graduate contract with the varsity.
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When a lover becomes a traitor,that's the day therapists get jobs to do, clients to listen to and unsolicited advises to offer. This is made wisely worse a few days to Christmas week,and the shopping stripped. A surprise anticipated not in the wildest thought.
SHE ATE FAST
He recalled that morning. How she woke up late, how she helped herself to a pancake as she offered advice on what to shop. She took a record three minutes in the bathroom and still a far much shorter three and a half minutes dressing. No makeup,no lipstick. A simple jelly smear and an almost forgotten spray was all she had. Flat brown shoes a simple knee length blue dress,and an enormous shopping bag. Pretty even in simplicity, a stare and aspire rear, a provoking pair of rivaling mounds pointing ahead, deep dimples on the chocolate face to mention but a few, maybe the explanation for the shock. Ready to shop for Christmas.
Simple but outstanding. :photo courtesy
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The tour to the gift shops and emporia was full of fun and brilliant exploration. Series of pecks, heightened humour. His doubts and questions were met with a cliche, Christmas means happiness and the best version of it. A statement he contemplated intensively later.
He could hardly imagine how all these had occurred. She stopped. Thought. Had a nagging idea. Take everything. Leave. Let him suffer. Leave. He doesn't deserve you. Leave. For sheer malice. Go. That was not the case.
It was a premeditated move. She had it planned for a long time. The entry of a new exciting brat with the best argument; he's your teacher,unfit to love you,in fact your affair is illicit. Rip him off,join me let's have an age appropriate relationship.
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Mr. Tee, a film assistant lecturer, a postgraduate student met Grace as a lost pretty first year student. The latter was impressed by the gentle budding don. Her family troubles and financial constraints found a listening ear and a helping hand. Mr. Tee didn't have much but his heart was big. Grace moved in, emotionally and was reading a future life together. Maybe she was naive,maybe too moralistic. That saw her stick to the situation, making hopes for the ambitious professor to be.
The day's fatigue was a motivational dose for good sleep. Two hours. That was sufficient for the heinous deed. All the remaining cash was emptied into the handbag. The said gifts were packed in a suitcase. And her clothes, the bulk he has been upgrading since they met was in the other two large bags. All set, she left.
She left a note, her phone was unreachable...
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When a lover becomes a traitor,that's the day therapists get jobs to do, clients to listen to and unsolicited advises to offer. This is made wisely worse a few days to Christmas week,and the shopping stripped. A surprise anticipated not in the wildest thought.
SHE ATE FASTHe recalled that morning. How she woke up late, how she helped herself to a pancake as she offered advice on what to shop. She took a record three minutes in the bathroom and still a far much shorter three and a half minutes dressing. No makeup,no lipstick. A simple jelly smear and an almost forgotten spray was all she had. Flat brown shoes a simple knee length blue dress,and an enormous shopping bag. Pretty even in simplicity, a stare and aspire rear, a provoking pair of rivaling mounds pointing ahead, deep dimples on the chocolate face to mention but a few, maybe the explanation for the shock. Ready to shop for Christmas.
Simple but outstanding. :photo courtesy#########
The tour to the gift shops and emporia was full of fun and brilliant exploration. Series of pecks, heightened humour. His doubts and questions were met with a cliche, Christmas means happiness and the best version of it. A statement he contemplated intensively later.
He could hardly imagine how all these had occurred. She stopped. Thought. Had a nagging idea. Take everything. Leave. Let him suffer. Leave. He doesn't deserve you. Leave. For sheer malice. Go. That was not the case.
It was a premeditated move. She had it planned for a long time. The entry of a new exciting brat with the best argument; he's your teacher,unfit to love you,in fact your affair is illicit. Rip him off,join me let's have an age appropriate relationship.
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Mr. Tee, a film assistant lecturer, a postgraduate student met Grace as a lost pretty first year student. The latter was impressed by the gentle budding don. Her family troubles and financial constraints found a listening ear and a helping hand. Mr. Tee didn't have much but his heart was big. Grace moved in, emotionally and was reading a future life together. Maybe she was naive,maybe too moralistic. That saw her stick to the situation, making hopes for the ambitious professor to be.
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| He was gentle and helpful. And she loved it. Photo courtesy |
The day's fatigue was a motivational dose for good sleep. Two hours. That was sufficient for the heinous deed. All the remaining cash was emptied into the handbag. The said gifts were packed in a suitcase. And her clothes, the bulk he has been upgrading since they met was in the other two large bags. All set, she left.
She left a note, her phone was unreachable...
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| STRESSED:A wasted man. Betrayed goodness,stolen Christmas. PHOTO:COURTESY |
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