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Arlette’s saga, volume 1<br />
door to the gear stick, she introduced immediately two fingers in her overheated grotto<br />
and kept the ring finger for another hole, narrower.<br />
She moved suddenly on her seat, rubbing her asshole on the texture. In less than two<br />
minutes, she felt the sudden pleasure, knocking against the ceiling of the car many times<br />
with her head, her tits pressed by the safety belt locked by the shock.<br />
A passer-by hit the window to have news of her health. When she saw him, she switched<br />
on gain with eagerness, without waiting the heating of the diesel motor and she burst out,<br />
diverted by this delicate posture. Since she played these lonely games no matter where,<br />
sooner or later, she should do it in front of the eyes of an unintentionally voyeur.<br />
At least, she reached Colombes city, where her <strong>com</strong>panion lived in.<br />
- Hey ! He is waiting outside ! she noticed in a loud voice.<br />
It wasn't his habits. Moreover, did he have some habits ? He was so unforeseeable that it<br />
gave some spicy to their love. When she came close to him, she pulled down the window.<br />
He laid a slipped kiss, as he was fond of. A kiss beginning on the lips, slipping on the<br />
cheeks and ending on the neck. Like this, even with a simple good morning, he geared up<br />
the sensations. She delighted herself beforehand, desired to relate her adventure in "La<br />
Defense" but she changed hers mind. He seemed serious, worried. An appearance she<br />
didn't know. Usually, he was so player, so able to pull hers leg to give her pleasure (the<br />
only times where he disguised the truth, for the good reason) that the serious appearance<br />
may hide a new scenario.<br />
- Let your car in the underground parking lot ! he said without any word of love.<br />
- On which place ?<br />
- On mine. My car is outside. It's better.<br />
- Why ?<br />
- I'll explain later, he announced seriously.<br />
He freed the way to let her parking the Seat on the number 13 place. Irony of fate or wink<br />
of the destiny, he lived in 13, Tunisia Avenue, flat 13. Their lucky figure since their<br />
meeting on the 13 th September 1999. The figure appeared many times ; straight away, the<br />
first poem he wrote for her, was the 13 th with alexandrine. Then, often, telepathic events<br />
occurred between them around 13 hours. Several times, they noted with joy that the<br />
restaurants where they had dinner, were either located on the 13 th of a street, or marked<br />
13 over 20 in the "Gault and Millau" culinary guide. Fortune or coincidence ? What about<br />
the code 1313 AJT 92 on the license plate ?<br />
Just after having closed the car, she left quickly the car park poor lighted. She looked her<br />
small Ibiza car with a strange feeling. She had the bad feeling to see it for the last time.<br />
She dismissed this idea from hers mind to rush on her lover. She felt a burst of anguish<br />
when he almost pushed back her. He took her baggage and threw it without care on the<br />
rear seat of the Punto car.<br />
- We have no time ! We have to escape ! he interrupted curtly.<br />
- To escape ? Arlette asked.<br />
- I've got problems ! It's too dangerous ! Let's go !<br />
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