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Party All Night

Um ... yes, I'm still here ._____.
Technically I should already be in Milan, but in the end I decided to postpone the departure of a few days, so I'm here to haunt them again XD

is not an upgrade, however, ° ° more than anything else ... I made my first video with The Siiiiiiiiiims *_________* I'll put here as a gift last year-end, here ° °

Hepp niu iear ._____.


It took me two whole days, I had to sclera as a lunatic that did not work between Adobe Premiere, Movie Maker, which exported the video crap and the game will not let me register as Maximum ° ° but in the end ... I made it XD

I put the video on the tube ... Unfortunately, the quality-already at the limits of decency on my PC has been lost even more with compression T____T but I wanted to let you see the same *________*

The song already know: it's All Party Night of Quiet Riot and I put as background for the "concert" of Starstruck in a previous chapter XD say that this is, uh ... the official video XD

Note: the blond girl kissing Johnny is no more than Jen in the young adult version and with some modifications ._____. the red hand is an older version of Corey, with a new look and hairstyle XD

Hypothyroidism Cold Sores

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 20

'Zeeeeera ° ° (so to speak, as are two in the afternoon .______.)
Here we are again with another Update: This is the last chapter that I will post this year ° ° theory 30 are from Milan, and will not return before 6 ... So you give up with a little something to read in the meantime ^ ^

letturaaaaaaaaaaaaa Good: D

PS: The chapter may not be suitable to the poor innocent pampiniH .______.

My fingers slide on the piano keys, while I let the melody take shape by itself.

accompany notes with some simple vocalization, just to give you an idea of the vocal lines. From time to time, we slip half a few words of sense. He glanced at Jen, standing next to me, watching me spellbound. A final lick before turning off the recorder.

-Thank you for your patience. And 'I had this piece in the head when I put in the car to come get you, I should note before we lose all the inspiration-

She nods, smiling.

-shape, direct dial in to hear me can only be an honor. More than anything, I wonder why not use the piano even in the final parts with Starstruck. You get on very well-commented, in turn touching the keys, but does not play any notes.

chuckled.

-Who, me? Nah, I assure you is not nothing to it. I prefer to use it just to get an idea of the vocal lines. As with the guitar are a perfect unable, use the old Stan-explain, giving an affectionate pat to the polished wood.

Stan is the name that Dave has trimmed at my plan is to Steinberg, the brand. Since he could not pronounce it correctly, has taken steps to shorten his own way.

Jen is dropped on the sofa, looking at me curiously.

-I do not believe that you're incapable with guitar-

I stand up, unable to suppress a smile. The idealized vision that has made me so far and I enjoy it flatters me at the same time.

nod solemnly

-Oh, yes they are, instead. This is one reason why I forced my brother to France to learn to play, in fact. As I am perfect in everything else, the six strings are not just for me-

I just avoidance of delay with a moment when she pulls a pillow in the face, centered in full.

-Always at the height of modesty, eh, Mr. Perfection? - Laughs.

I try to compose myself, feigning a look of deep disappointment.

-not my fault if they are so beautiful-I, crossing his arms and lifting his head with a grimace of anger. Jen continues to giggle.

-Yes, yes ... you would be even more beautiful if you go to prepare, though. We did not have to be Genny's for eight? It's nine and a half-comments, standing up in turn.

Genny's is the outdoor restaurant where I promised to take. A nice place with a beautiful view. The plan was that I brought Jen to take a trip to Sunset the first to go, but I ended up switching to propose to my house to put tape on the idea that I had come for a new piece.

Launch at the clock on the table.

-Damn, it's true. I ran immediately to take the jacket, I'll be with you ... wait a second here, okay? -

Jen nods his head, and I do to get away towards the floor.

The sudden roar of thunder startled us both. I look out the window.

-Oh, shit. It's raining cats and dogs-do, looking dejected pools of water that already begin to form in the back garden. At this rate, tomorrow will be a quagmire out there.

I turn again to Jen, who has just returned to sit on the couch, not less than disappointed me. Take a seat next to her, letting slip a snort.

-I'm sorry, baby. I doubt there is any hope of finding the restaurant open at this point. We could go somewhere else, however, I add, as I begin to list all possible local mental calm that comes to my mind. Not many, actually.

Jen shakes her head, watching the rain outside the window with a worried look.

-No ... no, I'm not going to make you drive in this weather. After all, what matters is to spend the evening together, right? - Added with a smile.

nod: he has a point. She comes over a bit 'more to me and started to caress her hand. Shoulder belts with his free arm, before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

embracing each other for a while ', without saying anything. I still seems incredible that two weeks have passed already since our first release. Things between us do a wonderful job, but the discussion with Steve in the rehearsal room has continued to haunt me for days. I've never done word with Jen, although I have been aware of the fact that lately we have started to avoid crowded places and areas where they can recognize me. Fortunately, there were no questions.

pensive-I see you tonight. Something wrong? - Makes her worried.

Here, I spoke too soon.

-It 's okay, sweetie. Rain aside, of course. I just thought since I love to be with you-lied, trying to reassure her. She smiles, brushing her lips with a finger.

-Anch 'I love being with you-whispers.

I feel guilty. I do not like hiding things, but I'm not going to give her even more worries. After all, mine is not entirely a lie: it is true that I love being with her.

His kiss catches me completely by surprise.

-Hey ... you do, attacks on treason? - I do. Jen laughs heartily.

-Yeah. As if I was sorry, then ... - said, pretending to be offended.

hold her back to me, looking into her eyes, unable to suppress a mischievous smile.

-course I'm sorry. E ', lasted too little I say, before you kiss her myself.

She reciprocates with transport, giving himself completely in my arms. When it is so full of passion it excites me to death.

I let my hand on his legs, back until you reach the hinge of jeans. My fingers linger for a while 'before I realize what I'm doing.

-Sorry-I am again running whisper-too-

She shakes her head with a smile, without saying a word. I'm holding hands with a light touch. Slowly, he began to guide her.

We undress slowly, stopping from time to time to exchange a kiss. Feel his naked body in my arms makes me shudder to the marrow.

Ride, when I lift the weight room to bring it. Suddenly, the words of Steve reminded me:

"Under the law, you're actually hurting someone"

I try to ignore the thick stomach . The look of Jen is full of desire.

What could be wrong with this? E 'perfectly natural. I want her and she is so I want to ... that works, right?

Fuck you and your paranoia, Steve.

I lie on the bed beside her. This time, I have to drive movements of his hand.

Ride embarrassed, I understand that is pretending to be comfortable, but it is not.

-Sorry-whispers-It 's that ... ... -

I smile, I can feel the tension.

"I have certainly forced with the strength to go out with me "

hold her to me, but could not dispel a nagging sense of inadequacy. What the hell is happening to me? I'm not sure a kid novice!

- ... You're not forced to do anything, unless you like whisper-the ear, causing her a shiver of pleasure.

-I know ... -

His eyes makes me crazy. This time I let myself go. Indulge her movements, trying not to go too heavy I do not want to hurt her. I hear her sigh, then his breathing becomes labored.

The grip of his hands on my shoulder gets stronger, and then loosen again when, fairly quickly, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. He has red cheeks, shining eyes. It 's beautiful.

-You look fantastic-I whisper hoarsely.

She returns my gaze with a smile:

Even-tu-whispers, leaning his head against my chest.

I want to touch her again. And smoking a cigarette.

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Notes:
-This is one of those classic cases where it becomes clear why I complain so much the lack of decent romantic interactions in The Sims 3. I am not crazy due to all the photos seem terribly equals. Unfortunately, when all you can do to make the characters is put some embrace kiss, is that there is not much to do ._____.
-The writing of this chapter has seen, not necessarily in this order: three days of turns on writing blog with tips on how describe sex scenes, one million of paranoia, several cups of milk to three in the morning, six slices of bread and chocolate, long talks at night with my "best friend" when I du balls so that the chapter does not convince me, send an e-mail to my mother entitled "embarrassment blacker", containing the second half of the chapter for suggestions and corrections, a sea of laughter about the fixes, several jumps in the chair because of the horrid bug triggered by moveObjects on (Johnny I became kind ._____.) Mister Fantastic and a substantial number of minutes spent staring at the first photo in which Johnny and Jen are naked, because I like the expression too horny him ._____.
-I was forced to use a host of pictures fucking porn pictures where you see the tits of Jen .______. I was terrified of censorship Tinypic. But now I find myself in ridermi PimpAndHost everything behind for the boobs in pixels ._____. (among other things, I still do not understand why the images I uppato up there continue to break my balls and appears smaller -_____-)
-... For more Read the blog of tips for writing to me hurts ._____. is a week I live in paranoia for everything I write D:

Trailer Tent Replacement Mattress

Merry Christmas! : D

No update this time ... only one post cards *___________*
Since I noticed many beautiful pictures simmiche themed around Christmas, I got un'ideuzza, I've seen for another history · ° Ladies and Siori .. . Christmas in Los Angeles! : D

... No, not the title of a cinepanettoni, do not worry XD I'm just a bit 'of fotuzze I took to the protagonists of The More Things Change during a "party" at the Rainbow Bar and Grill: D
This is a mini-episode with the story that random in itself has nothing to do, but I am quite amused to throw down today: D

It 's my Christmas gift: D Greetings to tuttiiiiiiiiiii *_________________*

Tony: Fran, my friend ... I have a gift for you!
Fran: * I wonder why it bothers me

...* * * FRUP

Fran: Hey, what the hell ...?!

Tony: Here! A nice hat for you to get into the Christmas spirit!
Fran: C-what? I do not need mica!

Tony: Oh, yes, rather! We say that is a lucky ... and woe to you if you take it!
Fran: that bullshit ...
Tony: No bullshit, it's true! And remember, keep an eye on you!

Johnny Hey, brother! Nice hat!
Fran: ... Shut up.

Johnny not see yourself that is just fine with that hat?
Jen: really very nice.
Fran: Go to hell, everyone.

Johnny Oh, Sherry, also here?
Shirley: Shirley .... Sherry does not.
Johnny Right, that careless. Get something to drink, Sherie?
Shirley: ... sigh.

Tony: I have this dance, Miss?

Arianna: Gladly ... though I can not dance.
Tony: Me neither, actually.

Corey: Hey, Fran! Bel ...
Fran: ... Do not even try.
Corey: Forget it. Let's go dancing?

Jen: Who is that girl with your brother?
Johnny * intent * to watch anything

Corey: Oops ... miseriaccia.

Fran: Everything ok?
Corey: C-I think so ...

Corey: I'm sorry ... are un'imbranata.
Fran: No problem ...

Tony : Hey, do not you get on so bad!
Arianna: Let's say I'm taking taste ...

Jen: You are beautiful tonight ...
Johnny I am always beautiful, honey.
Jen: * you pull his traps from a kick in the low parts *

Johnny: ... game of darts?

And a ...

And two ...

Tony: Fran, You're not drunk?
Fran: you out? * Hic * This is just water!
Tony: Sure . And I'm Santa Claus ... oops, better not touch the topic, I guess.

... It seems that Fran is in good company ...

Johnny You! I saw you looking at my girl! Do not you dare touch me or ... I ...
Jen: Um ... Johnny, darling, that's a Christmas tree.

Corey: guys make "cheese" ...
Fran: Why cheese? I do not like cheese!
Tony: ... sigh.

Johnny Siiiiileeeeeeent niiiiight ... hoooooly niiiiight ...
Jen: ... All is gone, and John is druuuunk ...

Tony: smile for the camera ... so perfect!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Combination Lock Problem Maths

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 19

Update: D
I wanted to take advantage of the mini pre-chapter space to thank everyone who added me to friends these days and that *_________* have commented thank you very much, I'm really happy that the story you're willing *________*
course, thanks also apply to those who knew the story even before ... Heartfelt thanks to tuttiiiiiiiii *________* me happy **

oraaaaa And ... I leave the chapter, with Mr. Fran Rodgers, who missed a bit 'from these screens XD

Note: I just realized that, both in this chapter that in the previous one, I put my hair in the wrong Kurt XD that is, not just wrong, in short, are the ones that I put in when you create and not what I used in the presentation of photos, here · To fortune the cut is pretty much the same, so do not even notice that the hair ° · Visa that are seen in the presentations were more ... "Swollen", we say that is because if affects them that way to go on stage, here ._____.
(series: "Paraculo Manual: Lesson 8 - almost credible justification for its own distractions: D)

-E 'permission? - I ask, looking out the door of the test room.

Tony greets me with a smile.

-Fran! I was starting to give missing. Come on, just waiting for you -

I closed the door behind him, apologizing for being late out of the traffic there is a devil. Tony tells me not to worry, and beckons me to sit on one of the stools. There's also Kurt, sitting in a corner, her head bowed in greeting, before returning to the empty set.

Since Larry is gone, seems to have lost all his mirth. I can not blame.

I cleared my throat, breaking the silence that has suddenly arisen. I inhale deeply, preparing to introduce the speech first.

-So-what-start by going to do now? -

I refer to the band. During this month we avoided the subject, with both journalists among us. However, we can not continue to pretend that things are always the same. Without a drummer, we have very few choices: find a replacement or dissolve White Diamond. The point is that neither option attracts us.

Tony shifts his gaze from me to Kurt air uncertain. Fiddles with an old flyer, crumpling and stretching with nervous movements. He coughs a few times before starting to speak

-I thought about it a lot in those days. Larry was more than just a drummer: the band was a key issue. How many times has helped to ease tensions and get us on morality? Expect to find someone who can replace him in every way would be pure folly. Yet, I also know that he would never want to see us stop playing. Not after all the sacrifices we made to get this far. Not after having left everything to pursue our dream of music. I think ... I think the White Diamond should continue to exist. For him and for us-

nod. Little as I like the idea of recruiting a new member, Tony is right. Larry did not want to let go ... and we'd end up without the music.

glanced at Kurt, waiting for his comment. He keeps looking down, but will be charged as soon as he realizes to be observed. He runs his hand through his hair, twisting his mouth in an expression unconvinced.

-I ... I do not know if I'll be able to continue-mutters in a low voice-hear-I'm not sure I

to answer, but Tony goes before me:

-You do not have to take a hasty decision. Think calmly. Obviously, and I think I speak for Frances adds, glancing-prefer to have you with us. But I'm not going to force you ... actually, if you agree, I thought we could take a break for a while ', so to recover and organize your time. I already mentioned it to Paul a few days ago, and it seemed rather sympathetic-

Paul Thompson is our manager. It 'a while' since I saw him, but seemed shocked by the death of as much as we Larry: As has been unable to attend the funeral, he proceeded to call personally on the phone to offer condolences.

Kurt nods, throwing to Tony a look full of gratitude, though veiled by a shadow of sadness.

-The break seems to me a good idea. ... We thank you, guys-

I go to give him a pat on the back, trying to comfort him. Suddenly, I remember one thing.

-Hey, in the car ... I had an idea - start, while the other two looks at me curiously. I begin to search the pockets, to pull out a crumpled flyer, found this morning in the mail. "Tribute to Elvis", is written in large letters. Tony looks at the horror sheet.

-Damn, the graph that has this stuff is a real-incapable comments.

Kurt lets out a smile, probably the first for a month now. Exasperated sigh.

-I was referring to the event, who cares about the graphics of the flyer! -

Tony looks at me more and more puzzled

-you take us to see a tribute Elvis? -

I look up to heaven, while Kurt begins to giggle.

-Hell, no! Seriously, Tony, when you start making dumb six unbearable. I am referring to the idea of tribute in itself. It would be nice to organize a concert in honor of Larry ... what do you think? -

remain silent for a moment, pensive. I take this opportunity to explain better:

-We could do a round of phone calls to other musicians in order to figure out who would be willing to participate. I think I already have a couple of people interested in it, even their friends Larry. In this way, whatever happens, we would at least give a last chance to Greetings to our fans-

Tony seems to agree.

-I think a good thing, Fran. We can definitely start working on it. I think I have some other contact that may be helpful, he adds, thinking about it.

smiled, happy that my idea is liked.

-E What do you think, Kurt? -

I watch him stand up, keeping his eyes downcast. His face has taken over the term melancholy than before.

-I ... I think for me to go. Forgive me, but now I must run away. We feel for updates, okay? - Grumble, starting to head towards the door of the room.

We barely have time to say goodbye before it's out at the speed of light. Launch a puzzled look in the direction of Tony, who responds with a shrug.

-He had a commitment, he said. You know how it is done, the explanations are not his forte.

I nod, staring at the now empty place of Kurt, but I think his behavior last period. I thought at least we had finally learned to open up. Apparently not. Sigh.

-Hey, you know what? - Tony ago, making me jump. The

turn a questioning look. He mentions a smile.

tribute to Elvis-What attracts me a lot. We could always go to a ride, what do you think? -

I take the head in his hands in despair.

-You are a lost case, Tony-