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"Quell'africana not even speak Italian well" - Chapter 20 - Back from her
So, on a cold December afternoon, I take the car and head towards the pitch where Jennifer is a prostitute.
... As I approach I see that you are 3 or 4 other girls are talking animatedly among themselves. I will not meddle in these stories and decide to pause for a bit 'before, in a small open space on the roadside. From there I can see them and when they have finished I will fight to greet Jennifer. ...
The girls continue to argue, hurl themselves in turn against each other, shouting, gesticulating dramatically, a beastly mess. I guess here goes for long, I begin to prepare a cane to pass time.
I just finished heating the smoke when the tone of the screams increased suddenly raised his head to see what's going on ... fuck, you are beating about, 2 of them are taken by the hair furiously, flying fists, nails in his face and even some bite.
looks good, it seems to me a Jennifer, I will intervene? But no, not my cock, now I finish rolling 'stands, cane and I'll go away.
The cries still rise, I see Jennifer fold in on itself while the other girl continues to hit, shit, it seems to have a knife!
instinctively out of the car, throw the barrel almost ready to land and head of the race to the group of girls. The
rival Jennifer holds a razor blade, such as those by Wilkinson barber, I start to scream.
My unexpected arrival confuses the girls look at me as I run towards them shouting nonsense ... I kill you, bastard motherfucker ... then, somehow, I get a flash of genius: Police, Police, Police, yell louder, Police, Police.
The magic worked, I managed to scare the girls who have fled into a nearby field.
I approach Jennifer, is kneeling on the ground, losing blood from his arm.
come on, I take away with me.
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