Sunday, January 30, 2011

Gibson Flying Blueprints

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 27

And finally return

XD I apologize for the new extended absence (considered my standards, at least .____.), are really killed by the university. In reality I thought that I would not even managed to post this weekend, luckily I had to do an examination has been postponed until next week and I have a little 'time to breathe XD
I took advantage to finish this chapter e. .. that later · °

begin by saying that ... the story draws to a close T_______T ie, not really: it takes about yet another six chapters, but already this is the last episode where we have the perspective of Jen: (needless to say I'm sorry to give up a mess all this sea of characters that now I'm fond of a mess, unfortunately, is how it should go ._____. For your joy
(?!), however, I am preparing a few special about The More Things Change by post when this is all over e. .. I'm working on a couple more to design: D admitted that good ideas can make me come to the plots .______. (One is complete but needs to be revised, the other might be good, but there is still plenty of stuff '_')
Bon finished my sclera by author depressed pseudo-at design / quasi-bye to his characters, go to Chapter

° ° Enjoy! : D






Shirley examines his salad plate suspiciously. Raises a soggy leaf with two fingers and let it fall back, disgusted.

- possible that school meals must do so disgusting? - Mumbles.


I will just shrug without saying a word. She stopped her struggle with a carrot that continues to escape from the pot and focuses his attention on me.

-Come on, Jen. You can not remain silent forever. I know it's hard, but you have to react-

sigh, not looking up from my slice charred bread.

-not what you think ... - murmured.


Shirley shake a fork in a nervous gesture.

Oh, no? Honey, are days that go on like this. You do not say a word, you stand there looking down without a smile even once ... and have even stopped eating my pot-indica-half-empty, yet it is already a bit 'you do not see Johnny. Were you able to overcome the first two weeks and now the great ... do you know that you happened? You have quarreled over the phone, perhaps? -

I shake my head when I stretch my hand to take fruit juice. No, the problem is not him.

"Not yet, anyway"

I feel the fear again gripped her stomach. I'd love to talk about my concerns with Shirley, get out and have her comfort, but this time it is not so simple. Not to mention that she would talk to face reality once and for all.

-Jen? - She calls it, collect from my thoughts.

Yes? -

seems seriously concerned.

-You've become very pale. Maybe ... maybe I should take you to the infirmary? -


stronger squeeze container of juice. Doctors? Oh, no. Absolutely not. Sure, it's absolutely absurd the school nurse can smell something, but the very idea terrifies me to get closer to the clinic. I hasten to tell Shirley that I am well, a hint of a smile just got to prove my good faith. She is not fooled.


-Inutile che ci provi. Ce l’hai scritto in fronte che stai da schifo. Te lo chiedo ancora una volta, per favore , vuoi dirmi cosa c’è che non va?-

Sospiro di nuovo: non ho via di scampo. Inizio a giocherellare con la cannuccia, continuando a tenere lo sguardo basso.

-E’ una lunga storia…-

-Sono tutt’orecchi- fa lei.


Mi schiarisco la voce, alla ricerca delle parole giuste per iniziare a raccontare.

-A few weeks ago, before the mess with the paparazzi, Johnny took me to his home-begin by, piano was ... had to register the idea that came to mind for a song. We had planned to go out that night, but then it started to rain and we stayed at home ... well-

Shirley stares at me blankly.

-E ...? -

- ... And we made love for the first time-say, his cheeks burning.


She dropped her fork on the plate and stares at me bewildered.

-L 'you ...? - Says out loud, pausing in the middle as soon as he realizes to be observed by the children of the table side. She blushes and rushes to lower the tone of voice.

-Why do not you tell me before? - Mumbles.

I shrug.


-not ... I do not know. I mean, after all, was not my first time ever, right? - I try to justify myself. She shakes her head in disapproval.

Yes, but this time it's not your ex spotty with crooked teeth and beer breath, Jen. This is Johnny Rainbow , damn! Your idol for five years now, the rock star of reach, the man who "would you have sex even on the nails, to put it in your own words! I thought that if ever such a thing were to happen you would have at least put the billboards around the city-there for a moment - ... or at least that he'd spoken with your best friend-ends quietly . His expression disappointed strikes me as a slap in the face.


-I beg your pardon. It 's just that things have changed. It's not just physical attraction to bind me to him. We're together ... seriously . And I do not feel like talking about it, contrary to what I believed at the time,

reach out to touch that of Shirley, with her eyes pleading for forgiveness. She nods, understanding.

-Ok, come on. I'll make you pay later-announced with a smile, I want to first know the rest-

breathed a sigh of relief, I am happy that we have not angry. Also because now comes the really hard part.


-Behold, I ... I'm worried to death, Shirley. Three weeks have passed since then ... and still it would not have come-whisper, almost inaudibly.

Shirley's smile is quick to disappear. I stared in shock:

-Three weeks? -

begin to gesticulate wildly.

-Well, more or less ... well, they had come to me about ten days ago. They are always ... was as precise as a Swiss watch. Shirley, I ... - I can not finish the sentence.


She tries to do his best to calm down:

-Next, maybe the delay is due to other reasons. You have nothing to fear. Have you taken the necessary precautions, right? -

There it is: the question I feared most.

I keep my head down, without answering. I do not have the courage to face her.

- ... Right, Jen? - Shirley insists, a note of insecurity begins to creep into his voice.

-We ... we were quite taken. N-did not we think. But he was very careful ... and I did not believe that ... God, how stupid - my hands are shaking me, I must make a serious effort at self-control not to slam the container of fruit juice have been emptied on the floor .

Shirley tries to keep calm, but I understand that it is difficult for her.

-Maybe ... Maybe it's anxiety. Try to stay calm and not get caught by the fear-


-Too late-murmur-the only idea that could really happen scares me. ... I'm too young for these things. How could I tell him ? Something like that could break the career! Not to mention that my father would say! Johnny does not even know the existence, if it were to find out ... kill me - words I slip away from his mouth at full speed, while the panic I tried to suppress these days it takes fully over. I would like to slap on its own, scream, cry ... or disappear directly so do not worry about having to deal with this nightmare.


Shirley stands up and approaches me for hugging. So we keep silent for a while 'before she spoke again:

-Whatever happens, know they can count on me. I hope this is just a bad coincidence, but ... well, if something happens and your father had to make Johnny or problems, you may come and stay with ... -


not let her finish:

-I appreciate the thought, Shirley. But I could never do, it would be too great a burden for you and your family-

-No weight. We may have to shake a bit ', but my love and you already know the situation with your father, it would be difficult to persuade them to entertain you hesitates for a moment-I-... I just hope that everything will be resolved for the better, Jen. Maybe in a few days we'll be back here to laugh at this story and all our concerns useless, who knows? - Tries to play down soon after, with a nervous giggle.
-Yeah. Maybe it's beginning to feel really well-raised, vent was more useful than I thought.


I stand in my turn to hug:

-Thank you very much. I love you-

-I love you too, Jen-





_________________________ Note: The chapter
-top provided a subspecies of the little lesson from Shirley on the causes of possible delays cycle. Then I found myself thinking about the following points: a. We are in the 80s, when talking about stuff like cycle, possible pregnancy various risks and is already almost taboo these days, let alone at the time ... this loop as I know all 'that stuff? ._____. and b. Shirley is a classic good girl through the house and church. Nor has never had a boyfriend, how can the pundits? ._____.
So I had to limit his big 'know', trimmed just a couple of basic concepts, namely: 'better to use the guards' and 'maybe there are other causes for the delay,' without going into specific
° ° -... You notice that I have come to utter despair with regard to Shirley's clothes? XD-
We thank the following order: autumn salad, fruit juices, Lawrence Ashton teen in the '80s version (the original is this sim qu the ) and moveObjects on, without which I would never could do the photos for this chapter
° °-Happy birthday to me for my name day:-D
not about a club with the chapter, but I had to let you see XD
As you know, I made the characters of the story for TS2 (sooner or later put them for download, I promise) e. .. I'm starting to play with. Among other things, I did marry Johnny and Jen (so there are no paparazzi there rompibocce) e. .. celebrated their wedding. Single call: Fran, because I break up to make a real party here XD I have a couple of photos ... nothing special for the special event, why are only two ^ ^


start with ... cutting the cake! Jen (no formal dress for unknown reasons) that Johnny swallow e. .. no, for a moment. Fran, who the hell are you doing back there? o_____O


... He did it seriously: he started to drink like a fish all night ._____. and with that happy face, then XD I found it attached to the bottle even in the morning
Breed ° ° D fortified:

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

How To Unlock Ritetemp

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 26

'Zera zalve: D since they are hours that I fail miserably in an attempt to put the commitment to make the drawings for the course of illustration, it shall do something constructive ° · new chapter people: D



The setting sun lights up the park in a golden light, giving the rusty benches and trees withered looked different, almost magical. I glance full of melancholy to the dying sun: I'd love watching this show with him ...

- if ... I only knew where he kicked-muttered, turning to look around. Except for a couple, there is hardly anyone here. I sigh, looking with a touch of envy boys intent on kissing: looks so happy!

-While I can not say the same about me-comment bitterly.


-Corey? -

I spun toward the voice. Fran is sitting on a swing a few feet away and beckons me to approach. Join him in a hurry.

-Forgive the delay, Baynes kept me in a sea of paperwork to fill out-I hasten to apologize.


He narrows his eyes against the light.

-Do not worry, I arrived just reassures me-I-I took the opportunity for a return to childhood, he adds, getting up. I can not help but smile. Fran glances at me curiously.

-What happened to your glasses? -



chuckled nervously, fiddling with a lock of hair.

-Si ... broke. I took a pair of contact lenses to correct in the meantime-lied. Of course I can not tell him that I decided not to put them in the hope of looking prettier. He comes a little 'more, staring straight at me. I feel myself blush.


-you ... you are very pretty. Stand out more about your eyes, so-comments.

-D-Really? - Mumbled. Incredible, really works!


He nods with a smile encouragement, then his expression serious returns.

Yes ... but we go to the point. I asked you to meet because it is a bit 'I have not heard from you on the case. Have you discovered something new? -

's excitement is soon to vanish shortly before. Here, I knew that I would have asked. I keep looking down, feeling terribly guilty. The investigations are at a standstill for at least two weeks. I tried to avoid the subject with Fran as much as possible, but it is obvious that I can not continue to hide the facts. I inhale deeply, preparing for the worst.


-Fran ... I'm trying, really-start by the damn-mark seems to have slowed the investigation, rather than help them. We were unable to find any person that corresponded to the track: too much damage and confusion to be a certain sign. And even the existence of a lover can be confirmed. Colleagues, friends, acquaintances from Chelsea ... none of them seems to be in no way connected to this story. I spent some time questioning and not know where to turn. I ... - I interrupt all of a sudden, seeing her expression darken. The guilt increases more and more.


-Sorry-murmur-are-failure

He shakes his head, without looking up.

not-so-mean

The frustration takes over.


-Is it not true? Up to now I have only ever managed to go ahead with the support of others. The hypothesis is an idea of Baynes lover and I was not sure I find those tracks on the gun: there is nothing that can take the credit! - replied in a tone hard.

Fran is not responding. I look down, feeling a perfect fool. Not only can not do my job, now also beginning to attack the only person who has tried to say a kind word!

try to remedy:

-I beg your pardon, it is ... it's a bad time. It seems to me that all my efforts end in a stalemate. Maybe I'd better leave the case to ... Bayn -

Absolutely-no-interrupts me Fran, catching off guard.

is coming, taking her face in her hands. I looked at him with wide eyes, unable to think of anything. We've never been closer. I feel the warmth of his skin through the rough wool gloves and between our lips is a breath away.


Do not give up-so-still-not true that you did nothing. Did you work full days until late in this case. You were the one to direct the investigation so far, no? If I had not decided to rescan the gun imprint was never found. And Baynes has only suggested the idea of the lover, but it was you to notice something was wrong nell'alibi Chelsea, right? -

nod plan.

Yes, but ... - I try to reply, but once again, Fran does not leave me time to finish.

-I know you can do it, you lack the talent. The truth will come out sooner or later, he insists.

The sweetness of her eyes makes me melt completely. On impulse, kissed him.


He stiffens, taken by surprise.

I walk away a few inches, making me realize what I just did.

-Oh shit ... oh-ho-cheeks on fire I should not have. I ... -

I feel a slight tingling on the sides of the eyes. Damn, I can not start crying in front of him!

keep their eyes fixed on the pavement, trying desperately to think of a way to uscirmene from this embarrassing situation. Among my complaints and stupid this, I could throw out all semblance of professionalism. I would collapse.


-Detective Flanaghan, guilty of impulsivity and inappropriate, falling in love I tell myself.

Fran stares at me in silence, more and more confused.

-I-love? - Whispers soon after.


I realize that he had spoken aloud. Great, we just needed this! I avoid at all costs to look at his face, while still disconnected babble words in an attempt to justify myself.

-Behold, I say ... ... -


Fran draws near again, brushing his arm with caution. This time, they are forced to look up. Slowly, he shakes her.


"We are guilty in two-whispers before kissing me in turn.


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Note:
NO. FARO '. NEVER. MORE '. SCENE. ENVIRONMENT. AL.TRAMONTO. IN. THE. SIMS. 3. D:
It took four days to 17 sim-fucking Photo .______. and I still had to recolor in Photoshop, the vast majority of them to settle the differences of light. The sunset in yes and no game lasts three seconds and the speed with which the sim have in carrying out actions could only make one or two photos before the sun completely calasse .______. at least there was in TS2 makeup sethour to set the time, now nada '_' which made me seriously think I should learn to do the mod for the game. Too bad that does not have the slightest idea where to start XD

Monday, January 24, 2011

Cholesterol Levels Chart

Uomo spezzato

other day I watched another movie Calvani "Uomo spezzato", in this film, it is both an actor, mediocre, as usual, and accordingly director. Apparently, no one wants as an actor, so he has to himself a rent and pay the fee himself, although probably all no fee for this, Calvani - a charismatic man, and most importantly - the soul and the ultra at every opportunity it gives us to understand. In the film, a few "strong" moments, but perhaps the most-most - is in the garage and in the end - very pathetic.
Although, it should be noted that the issue raised in the film, is not entirely alien to modern society, but another question how he could or could not show it. Indeed, the difference between a good director of bad: good does not show everything he hint, bad - will, moreover, poorly, as it usually does Calvani.
In all of this I note that child actress playing the role of Laura, plays well, unlike the actor-director.
Tell whether that briefly syuzhet.Horosho. Calvani, a former ultra, now a respectable quiet family man teaches in the Art Lyceum. The lectures show and commented pictures of naked bodies, leads "kromolnye" talks about pedophilia, etc. In his class is studying teenager Laura, whose parents are divorced, the girl lives with her mother, and she in turn with a bouncer, a plebeian - and all under one roof. In general, the girl in no need, except for parental warmth and understanding. All the same goes vice versa, and the girl in a complicated age okazyvaetyas to its own devices. In such an atmosphere girl come to mind a strange fancy, one of which - to seduce Calvani, ie teacher. Girl who in general is not bad himself, can get the number of teachers Cell phone and begins .... Further advise to look.
recommend to look all fans bad movies and just curious.

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Saturday, January 8, 2011


INVESTIGATION ON THE COST OF THE WORK IN ITALY

The false paradox


Stefano Perri *



We have already dealt with the issue of "labor costs in Italy in October last year, in Roberto Romano Wages and productivity in Italy. What shows the comparison with other OECD countries . intervention that we publish here below is another piece to refute the legend Confederation of Italian wages are high because of low productivity. For this signal reading documented counter-investigation Moreno Pasquinelli on productivity and labor costs in Italy.




1 . You common view, expressed in many debates in the media, in Italy there is a curious paradox with regard to labor costs. In fact, the level of wages and salaries of Italian workers is low compared to other advanced countries, but complains, however, that companies should support a high cost for each worker employed in relation to value added per employee. The same "business success in the competitive system" will be damaged. [1] In reality it is a false paradox and the statement just cited should be highly qualified and ground. In fact, very often not considered carefully what the statistics actually show.

2. He was recently denied that in most developed countries there has been a decrease in the share of wages in income since the 80s, as it is considered by many economists.
[2]


set equal to 100, the share of compensation of employees only on GDP in 1980, but sees it in 2010 for all countries considered, the share has declined from a low of 4.24 points in Japan to a maximum of 11.83 points in Italy.
In a recent article in this magazine Antonella Stirati showed that in order to judge the way the distribution of the wage share of gross domestic product should look at the quote "good for take into account self-employment and ensure that its more or less creates a distortion effect when comparing different countries or different periods in the same country " [3] .

This distinction is necessary for the performance income distribution over time. In fact another qualification should be clear: when it comes to income distribution and effect of the decrease in the wage share on aggregate demand, it refers to the wages of "workers 'average'. An increase in inequality in the distribution of wages and salaries for top managers, although it may be compatible with a more or less constant share of wages labor in GDP, has the effect of decreasing the proportion of income of the "average workers & rdquo ;.

should then consider that wages, in our economies, have two different dimensions: from the perspective of society have an income, from the point of view of companies that employ workers are a cost. Then problems arise with regard to the estimated cost of work: in fact, at the level of the economy, the real unit labor cost is defined as the proportion of earnings corrected for self-employment
[4] .

In the case of labor costs, however, this correction may also have distortionary effects on the comparison between the levels assumed by this variable in different countries. In fact, the statistical estimation assumes an average compensation of self-employment is equal to the employee. However, overall self-employment is distributed in almost exclusively in micro and small enterprises, where both wages and productivity may differ much from the average values. Consequently, the comparison between countries can be distorted by this fact when the share of self-employment jobs are significantly different in different countries.

3. It is generally believed that the cost per unit of work in Italy is high due to the weight of social security contributions and taxes on workers' compensation. In fact, it appears that the percentage rate of taxes and social charges on income from work is generally relatively high in Italy. For example, according to Eurostat, in 2008 this rate was much higher than not only the United Kingdom, Germany, Spain and France, but also, albeit a little of that Sweden, the Scandinavian country where traditionally the burden of income tax is very high.
However, even considering the weight of taxes and social contributions of the average labor cost per worker in Italy is low compared to competing countries, only slightly higher than average Union European Union (27 countries) and much lower than in Great Britain, France, Germany and Sweden.

The high incidence of taxation and social security contributions does not mean then that the cost per worker is more ; high in Italy compared to other European countries, but that the average disposable income of Italian workers is even lower, even lower than the average EU and Spain, as can be seen by calculating the average wage after tax from the previous two tables:

4. The question of appearance changes radically when we turn to examine the "income share of work", also known as real unit labor cost (ULC real), which estimates the alleged earnings of self-employed. In this case we use the OECD database. The share of labor income, which excludes GDP from the value of the services of housing tends to be higher in Italy than in other countries.

Table 5 are compared values of the share of income from employment and real GDP ULCnel 2008. As you can see, Italy has by far the lowest share of compensation of employees among the countries compared, but the real ULC is exceeded only by that of Great Britain.

In Figure 1 we see the trend of real ULC for Italy and for the world's largest economy, the U.S. and the largest European economy, Germany, since 1970. In all countries the proportion is decreasing. Italy in the early 70 shows a real ULC superior to other countries. Until 2000, however, the trend is strongly decreasing in our country (with a marked fall in the first half of the nineties) to assume a lower value in the early years of the new century, with the figure recorded in the U.S. and Germany. Then the real ULC is back, albeit only slightly, above the levels of the other two economies considered.

5. But how is it possible that even with very low wages - both in absolute terms and as a share of GDP - when we turn to examine the real unit labor cost the value rises above that of other countries?

A closer look, the reason for the apparent paradox is the role played by the absence in one case and by the presence of another estimate for self-employment. While taking into account self-employment is to give a more reliable estimate of trends, however, has distorting effects when comparing the absolute levels of labor costs in different countries.
In fact, in Italy the percentage of employed persons to total employed labor force is particularly high, well above the average of industrialized countries, as shown in Figure 2. Since the employment of self tends to be concentrated mainly in the micro and small enterprises, labor productivity and lower wages than average, the share of labor income in aggregate is overvalued compared to other countries.
6. Attention then. When one says that labor costs in Italy is relatively high does not mean that companies should bear a cost to employ a worker higher than in other countries who are in economic conditions comparable to ours. The dynamics of the high cost of certain work by employees and therefore does not depend on such factors as the alleged propensity for conflict or the lack of availability for work, as someone has gone to support. For a serious examination, the reasons for low labor productivity in Italy depend more on the model of specialization of our economy and, therefore, on factors such as low capital endowment per worker and the small average size of companies.

The reality is that labor productivity does not grow in Italy since the turn of the century, depending on the structure of employment and therefore, in spite of low wages, the real unit labor costs remained stable or has a slight tendency to grow. Mind you that this decline of the Italian model of development is before the current crisis. It can not therefore simply waiting for "walk the night", although this would be totally unreasonable in all cases, but including the nature of the paradox of the share of wages and labor income in aggregate in its real terms, the question becomes that of an industrial policy at the prospect of the problems posed by the need for improving the competitiveness of country.

NOTES

[1] See Istat, Italy We, 100 statistics to understand the country we live in, p. 132. The index of business success in the competitive system is according to the Istat represented by the inverse of what is hereinafter referred to as real unit labor cost. In what follows we will not account for obvious reasons of space, another statistical index, the unit labor costs (labor costs per unit of product), which relates the evolution Monetary unit of wages and labor productivity. When this index is higher in one country over another, you create competitiveness problems related to inflation.
[2] See G. Zanella, Economists and the facts, June 28, 2010.
[3] A. Stretch, reducing product that goes to work in this magazine, November 16, 2010.
[4] The formula is [compensation of employees / workers] / [GDP / total employment], or [compensation of employees / GDP] [total employment / employees employees]






* Professor at the University of Macerata
** Source: Economics and Policy , January 3, 2011

Friday, January 21, 2011

How Do Pugs Get Warts

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 25

And after time immemorial ... return with an update XD

I apologize for the delay in responding to comments and in the post this week was a bit 'a mess ... I was finally able to go to Milan, I was exhausted with the various courses and I also caught a cold prevented me from intergalactic kind of just keep my eyes open last night ._____.
Now that I'm a recovering tantinello, I take this opportunity to post the chapter I wrote on the road
XD (... and then I rewrote almost from scratch once I returned home, because it was spinning ._____.)

Oh, I take this occasion to celebrate at the moment: Ladies and Siori, this is the first chapter in which (more or less) you will see what he looks the father of the man Jen XD turn to my quarters since the fourth chapter, but for one reason or another at the end you have not ever seen ... Finally, I managed to shove though XD XD is basically a pop



A rap at the door.

"Yes?" - I say.

My father looks around the room, glanced empty.

-I go to work. You should organize itself for dinner? -


I nodded my head, returning to focus on the history books. Of course I organize itself. As always, anyway.

He hesitates for a moment, as if to add something else, then merely muttering a simple "after" before shutting the door behind him.


When I hear his car away, I let the book fall to the side of the bed with a sigh of relief. Home free! It means that tonight I will enjoy my appointment with Johnny worrying about my to hide from prying eyes.


I smile to myself, screwing up his eyes: I can not wait to see him again. This last week without him was a pain. I'm curious to know how the recording went with the guys ... and I miss her to death caresses.


-not to mention the rest - whisper, breathe a little laugh when I turn on the bed.

sighed again, losing myself in the memory of what we did at home last time. The passionate kisses, Johnny's eyes filled with desire, my body against his ... and then the bed, his hands guided mine and he tried to reassure me with his voice so full of anxiety and excitement, as if he was the first to be tense. The images of that evening are repeated constantly in my mind, and I can not help but feel a sense of warmth recalling the sweetness of his movements: he sensed my concern and wanted to do his best to put me at ease .


buried his face in the pillow, unable to hold another smile. That guy is damn good.

"Obviously, he had plenty of opportunities to practice"

I try to drive away the evil little voice in my head. I know that Johnny was not exactly a saint in the past, but I'm not going to worry about it. Until now there has ever given me reason to doubt him.


The sound of the bell makes me jump. I get out of bed with a snort. Probably the daddy has forgotten her house keys.

go down the stairs in haste, while the ringing becomes more insistent. I look up to heaven. I hate when he does that. I open the door shooting, threatening to smash the glass against the wall and hold back an exclamation of surprise when I find myself in front of a stranger dressed in ridiculous fashion.


-Please let me in-whispers, his voice muffled by the scarf that hides half her face.

stared confused.

-Um ... we know? - I am puzzled.

type discovers part of her face and glances at me impatiently over sunglasses.


-I would say so-Johnny-whistles I can get now? -

I make myself from giggling. How on earth is the thought of so tanned? However, the laughter died in my throat when I realize that its expression is deadly serious. With a nervous gesture, beckons me to close the door.


Once inside, you sling into the living room and is quick to turn down all the tents, leaving the room completely dark. Swear when it hits the leg of dining table. Start searching for the switch, without finding it: the turn on the light, but he did not even thank me. When I try to ask him what the heck is taken, is not responding.


Once sure that the room is completely closed to outside eyes, it begins to get rid of his disguise. Falling leaves scarf and sunglasses on the couch, then rummages in his jacket pockets, searching for something. He pulls out a crumpled newspaper and handed it to me, and continued to avoid my gaze.

-seven-page announces.


Browse the pages with trembling hands. I soon find the article. A photo of Johnny with a beer bottle in hand, surrounded by girls, just above the title "The vice of Johnny Rainbow." Glanced at puzzled

-What the hell ...? -

He beckons me to continue to read.

"The road of hard rock is raw and full of transgression. And John Rodgers, aka Johnny Rainbow, lead singer of Starstruck, seems to know better. He, of excess, it has a way of life. Crazy parties, frequenting houses of pleasure and driving while intoxicated are just some of the stunts in the list of Rodgers, which just a few hours ago has added two new pearl: the theft and assault against a journalist. Surprised in South Central area by a paparazzo, in fact, the singer ... "

stops reading, while remaining open-mouthed. I read the sentence to be sure you understand. Unfortunately, it seems to be no doubt.

-S-South Central? You mean you have seen ... here? - My voice is reduced to a whisper.

Johnny nods sadly and waves me to read the rest. The article continues with the testimony of the paparazzo who says he was assaulted while he was doing his job and be been robbed of the camera, containing the material for an upcoming service.

"... A bombshell that Mr. Rainbow probably prefer to keep hidden. It will be another one of his vice? Mystery. What is certain is that our singer will face a good complaint. And who knows, you learn to adjust, for once, "

crumpled the paper and threw it on the couch.



Johnny mentions a smile, the first since he entered the house.

-I had the same reaction-

I'm seething with anger.


-Ti ... denounced for defending your privacy? Damn, talk about this poor paparazzo like a martyr! Anything you have done, he deserved it all right. Still do not understand what gives it the right kind of people to stick their nose into others' affairs. He was working on a "bombshell." But please ... - I hear my voice to die in a strangled, when he finally begins reconnect to the facts.

-news ... That was us? - Whisper.


Johnny nods his head.

-I managed to get hold of camera time. Apparently, he planned a great article. Followed us all week. And that's why I came here that way-tanned nods to his stuff ... Jen on the sofa - is interrupted, running a hand over his face, unable to continue.

-Shit, it's harder than I thought-whispers.



I feel a cold shiver down my spine. The feeling of anxiety that I tried to curb so far is taking over. Start wrung her hands, praying that you will not really say what I think.


-You know that I wont ever, but the band ... So, if you know around you ... you are a minor - he stops, he does not even know how to finish the sentence. I feel my eyes starting to fill with tears. He approaches sheepishly.

-Honey, I ... - is to caress his cheek, avoidance but before he can touch me.


-I understand. We no longer see us. You're right, it's for your own good ... - I try to maintain a calm tone, but my voice is soon to be broken by sobs.


Johnny shall continue to keep looking down, mouth, reduced to a thin line.

-not ... will not be forever. You know how these things work, after a while 'certain news lose attractiveness. When the waters have calmed down ... -

did not leave time to finish.


-Yes, certainly. When the waters have calmed down back to me, is that what you mean, no? Who do you think you give it to drink? With all the adult women can have, why would you waste your time with a girl, who is more likely to get you in jail? If you want to leave, go ahead, but do not try to delude myself with false promises, the words come out from the mouth, and raw edges, I have no way of stopping them.


Anger, frustration and jealousy explodes in one chaos of emotions, my body is rocked by violent tremors and have blurred vision. I cover my face with her hands as if to hide could help me go away.

I'm making the figure of the infant selfish, but I do not care.


Johnny tries to be close, but I rebel again. This time, not intimidated, and his grip becomes stronger. I start to scream to let me go, but his voice died in my throat when I meet his gaze, only now I realize how truly sorry. He shakes her, stroking her hair with trembling fingers.


-No false promise: I really want to be with you-whispers - but continue to see us now it's too risky. I ask you just a little 'time to fix things. I do not mean to leave you. I ... I love you, Jen-

stared in silence, caught completely off guard. I feel my cheeks burning as hell and I'm ashamed for my behavior just before.


-I ... - murmured, not knowing how to continue. I try to find the words to make me forgive the evil themselves, but Johnny interrupts me, posandomi finger to her lips.


unable to formulate any coherent thought, I press my lips against hers in a kiss with the taste of tears. He continues to hold me close and kissed me gently in turn.

After a while, 'I moved away a few inches. I stopped shaking. The only thing I want now is to let him know how I feel, giving voice to my feelings.


-I love you too ...-

embracing each other a little '. Johnny promises to call and try to reassure me, saying that everything will be resolved soon. I just nodded without saying a word. When it comes time to say goodbye, neither of us seems to be really able to come off. Let us away from it, then retrace our steps to kiss again. After a while, 'however, we are forced to separate us seriously. Stood gazing from the windows of the living room while he goes, with a lump in my throat. Just disappears from my sight, I slumped on the floor and burst into tears.





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Notes:
-As usual, here the pictures were a drama. Not so much for the highlights and company beautiful, as for the question ... HEIGHTS Q:
Jen is basically a gnome than Johnny, because she is a teen is involved, either because they are always around me thought of not too high ° ° The problem is that with The Sims make the interactions between romantic sim of different heights is a mess (and say that according to the sketch of The Sims 3, the heights they wanted to enter the T____T). Not to mention the small detail that when making out the sim always tend to have dumb smiles on his face, and smiles should not there be here at all. As always, I solved for the kiss Jen in using young adult version, for the rest, I utilized a variety of hacks and interactions + moveObjects on, in order to get a more or less passable. E. .. Incredible but true, I am satisfied
XD-L 'last scene is not shown in the picture because ... I added the last lines now XD chapter stops at 'I love you Jen, but I felt that it was missing a piece, so I added another couple of lines to conclude ._____. I do not know if I can add to the picture on, but I'll try to do everything possible ^ ^