seemed everything was already written and called my future with Joseph, as the plot of a film which is often already knows the ending "and they lived happily ever after" ... in the movie! But the reality was beginning to show me another end of the report, began to Starmie "narrow" so many things, no, that does not love her anymore, but maybe grow up and confront with some of my peers I opened my eyes to another way of seeing our relationship. Increasingly I was impatient to its constraints, there was nothing wrong with some friends invited me to go out for shopping or if I lingered to chat with colleagues in the lobby of my faculty, or they trade with some of them the number of mobile phone ... the latter, then, a tragedy! I immediately recalled and if I rebelled with feeble protests, Joseph made me lessons of "savoir vivre", "Do not you see how your friends are dressed? You know the saying, if you join then they will treat you as such. "He continued" It is good that you stop to chat with colleagues outside the classroom, everyone knows who you are, do you want then laugh at me? The phone! But seriously, is a very personal thing you do not have to give your number to anyone. "So, in addition to lecture his students on his lessons with me for life, life as a recluse! I finished this sentence almost angrily, because my thoughts come back and some do not live well, he sensed my impatience that more and more effort could suffocate. Sometimes I felt like a horse confined in an enclosure, an animal that I love because it gives me the idea of \u200b\u200bfreedom I felt co
me one of them, but kept a tight rein on him, but every bite bite and tear his head stood up proud, as if to make it clear that I did not love him more than his head down, and heedless of the blows to spur induce me to undergo, I reacted rather arching his back trying to throw to run free and alone in the grasslands. Perhaps all that transpired in my eyes, in my reactions to his "paternalism" ... embraced me and hugged me and said, "but as my paws Sicilian rebel ... and I melt like snow in the sun! That's enough stringesse me in his arms, or feel his lips on mine, to me, to feel myself slipping from his hands caress my body as the touch of a feather that gave me chills and I left me immense pleasure to him ... as always.
seemed everything was already written and called my future with Joseph, as the plot of a film which is often already knows the ending "and they lived happily ever after" ... in the movie! But the reality was beginning to show me another end of the report, began to Starmie "narrow" so many things, no, that does not love her anymore, but maybe grow up and confront with some of my peers I opened my eyes to another way of seeing our relationship. Increasingly I was impatient to its constraints, there was nothing wrong with some friends invited me to go out for shopping or if I lingered to chat with colleagues in the lobby of my faculty, or they trade with some of them the number of mobile phone ... the latter, then, a tragedy! I immediately recalled and if I rebelled with feeble protests, Joseph made me lessons of "savoir vivre", "Do not you see how your friends are dressed? You know the saying, if you join then they will treat you as such. "He continued" It is good that you stop to chat with colleagues outside the classroom, everyone knows who you are, do you want then laugh at me? The phone! But seriously, is a very personal thing you do not have to give your number to anyone. "So, in addition to lecture his students on his lessons with me for life, life as a recluse! I finished this sentence almost angrily, because my thoughts come back and some do not live well, he sensed my impatience that more and more effort could suffocate. Sometimes I felt like a horse confined in an enclosure, an animal that I love because it gives me the idea of \u200b\u200bfreedom I felt co 
me one of them, but kept a tight rein on him, but every bite bite and tear his head stood up proud, as if to make it clear that I did not love him more than his head down, and heedless of the blows to spur induce me to undergo, I reacted rather arching his back trying to throw to run free and alone in the grasslands. Perhaps all that transpired in my eyes, in my reactions to his "paternalism" ... embraced me and hugged me and said, "but as my paws Sicilian rebel ... and I melt like snow in the sun! That's enough stringesse me in his arms, or feel his lips on mine, to me, to feel myself slipping from his hands caress my body as the touch of a feather that gave me chills and I left me immense pleasure to him ... as always. 
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