Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of . Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, May 12, 2024

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    The escape and The escape…in the mirror

    Part 17

     

    The escape

     

    „Jenny Schecter! Hello?… helloooo… There who is?” Sudden left Marina the courage and it presented hastily. With trembling hands and soft knees it sat down on a chair at the long dining table. The telephone still in their hand began to cry it. ‚Which I have only thereby imagined? Bette… I should call Bette.’

     

    It was against 22 o'clock as my telephone rang in such a way. Marina was completely excited, their voice fluttered and the sentences was confused and without sense and connection. „Is passed which, Marina?” “I called it.” “You called whom?” “Jenny, I called Jenny.” “Why?” “I do not know it. I know nothing at all more.” “Why you do not come simply and we talk about it?” “That I became gladly. Is that real okay for you?” “However clearly nevertheless, I open a beautiful bottle wine, we for us order myself somewhat to eat and talk. Do you like Mexican?” “I love Mexican, Mexican would be mad. I could drive with Pedro past and bring along something.” Marina’s voice calmed down ever more, the more it was diverted from the telephone call and on our meeting concentrated. „, Mach that.” “A special desire?” “A salad perhaps with corn and PUT chest strip and Kidney beans.” “Okay, wars I. I am like that in a half hour with you Bye!” “Bye!” “Bette? Bette?” I had presented the listener already nearly. „?“ “Thanks!” “For what?” “You know already, until same.”, then it presented.

     

    A half hour later rang it at the door. Marina held out the merrily multicoloured Pedro bag at the long stretched arm to me. The eyes were swollen easily, them tried to my view to evade. „Come first times purely.” I removed the bag from it, because I had the impression that she hardly still Kraft had herself on the legs to hold, let alone this bag. I put it on the kitchen table and pressed it a glass red wine into the hand. Hastily Marina took a sip, sighed quietly and got deeply air. I had made available and began the two plates already the salad evenly on it to arrange. Marina stood, with the head leaned to the column beside me and watched themselves wordless. When I was finished, I took both plates in waiter manners, into the other hand my glass wine, looked it deeply into the eyes and know with a short to eye-twitch to the terrace door. I preceded and Marina followed me to be silent. ‚Property, it had understood and I also.' I thought.

    Page 1 of 41234

    Leave a Reply