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a wonderful story


This is a humoristic story.
A wonderful day
On July 25th, 2012, I was in vacation after passing three sessions at the Montreal of University. I was travelling from Canada to Florida. I always would have preferred to take the bus instead of the plane. And then, I was very curious to see the sight seen of United States of America. For that reason, when I bought my ticket, I reserved a seat near the window.
At noon, the time is over to leave the bus station, I took my hand bag and I get in the bus. I go straight in my seat, after about 15 minutes the door of the bus is closed for leaving the station. I moved my body and I tried to tender my legs because I felt a stomach-ache, I forgot to take my medicine in my refrigerator, I looked for in my bag trying to find a pill, I finally found a Tylenol , I drunk it with an orange juice that I had in the pocket of my bag. I have to tell you, I never saw whether there were both beautiful girls with their long hairs falling on their backs, sat down close to my seat. I moved a little bit near the window, because I wanted to see outside the bus and explore the road, I closed my eyes, I was starting to remember how I found my first girl during I was travelling from Haiti to Republic, they are actually both countries that share the same island.
During the time that I am telling you this story, I lost my mind; I was not able to recognise where I was. I completely lost my control, but I felt two hands that are touching me from my toes to my head. My tongue is heavy, I couldn’t open my eyes and my fingers are tights against my hand. I felt an overwhelming power in my body; I started to move a little bit slowly my hip from right to left, during that time I moved my hip faster of that both directions. I never dare wondering what’s happen to me; I believed I was in the sky. I felt only two left hands that are rolling my both breast, my shoulders and my hairs. My dear’s friends, you didn’t ask me to tell you that story, if you want to believe me, please! It depends to you. I never dare a question to anybody, only thing that I remember I took that advantage to make sweet my body, and I was entirely satisfied.
During the travelling, the driver of the bus has stopped three times to let the passengers having their lunches. Everybody got down the bus, there was only me that stayed in my seat. I didn’t want to lose this great opportunity because it is not easy to find it or to live it a second time. I had preferred to keep doing sweet my body instead of getting out the bus. When I was beginning to take my control, I said that I never wanted to make love with a twin. Truly! It wasn’t my dream to make love with them. The sun was starting to come up, I felt some water fallen down my back, I waked up, I watched in the sky and on the ground. I couldn’t understand. I got up. I watched to my both sides, I didn’t see any body. I passed my hand on my face; it was at this moment that I realised I was making a dream. What do you think that happened to me? I was drinking at the corner of a bus station. I had to take the bus at midnight. I drunk so much beers, I slept outdoor in the corner.
Sorry! I come from Belle-Anse (Haiti), someone kicks me until I realised that I am at Montreal.
Guy Thibaud
Bachelor degree, in mental health, addiction and managing of health and social services.
December, 5th 2012.

Rubrique: Divers
Auteur: GUY THIBAUD | t_guy003@yahoo.fr
Date: 5 Dec 2012
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