Now, I am sitting in my chair, streching my legs on the desk, looking to my feet. I get sick of seeing these feet. Anyone sees these feet, stops to be foot fetishist, I am pretty sure about this. If I would have sitar course, I would see more of that kind of feet, so I didn't take the course. I don't like the enstrument anyway. It is so long and heavy, I prefer harmonica.
Shit, what a boring day ! This fucking fruit fly is flying around. Shit ! It is green one, the shit fly. I have to kill this bastard. Ups ! Somebody is coming, bets are open. 1-1 for ugly fat wife, wants me follow her fat fucking husband. But this sound of highheels can't come from a fat woman. I sense long legs. Finally it is happening, fuck !!
Oh my god !! What a nice legs !! Like a roman coloumns and this wide thighes, scream the firtility under the grey skirt. What a nice slim waist she got !! and boobs like Saddam's rocket forcing the bottons of the white shirt. Thin and long neck is blessed with pearl neckless. Hairs are not so long just as I like. Lips are full of red, the colour of passion. Nice rised nose like a scandinavian lady. Eyes are so big and mysteriously black as opposite to her smooth white skin.
I pull down my legs immediately and wear my shoes and forget about the shit fly. The most beautiful lady that I have ever seen in my miserable life, introduce herself with an ice cold voice. She said to me her husband murdered. They found his body in a subway, sitting with a calm face. Police investigated the case and result appeared as a suicide. I think what a change in my life. First a beautiful women and a murder case after ages. I don't even remember what was the case. I asked to this stunning lady, her husband was contented about his life. She asked me back who are contented about their lifes. I said, I am. At least in that moment after you come in. She smiled little bit. I offer her to have a sit. She sit down. what a big mistake that I did ! Now I can't see her beautiful legs and thighes. Her smiled dissapeared. She started to speak. She said, her husband was an important man. He was born poor. He made his living by himself. He got rich little bit. He joined the communist party. I remembered my times in the communist party. Lots of ugly, active girls. I hated the organization in that moment. I said to her I was in the communist party long time ago. She smiled again, said I was too, I met my husband there. I asked when was it. She replied. It was the time, I was still in the party. I said I don't remember him. I tought maybe I was so busy with fucking ugly, hairy communist girls and I continue to speak: The most important thing I don't remember you. She replied. I wasn't so beautiful back then and I was so shy as well. I light my cigarette and offer her one. While she was reaching to the cigarette, I saw her cleavage. My balls became like concrete again. I should jerk off more often. I lost my all concentration. To return to subject I asked her why do you think your husband get murdered, did he have enemies ? She said, he started to get richer and climb the stairs in party as well. He was so young compared to them. I intervene " them ? " Do you think old men in the party killed him ? She replied I don't think old communist would kill him, despite he passed to conservative party. I said "fuck !!" Feminism lasts until finding husband, communism lasts until finding money. She said, No, He passed to conservative to snike in their organization. His family was religious. He went to OSS courses, eat "maklube", he even was a leader of region. They didn't suspect him so much and he explained his motives to communists as well before transfer. He even shave his beard for having Tayyip's moustache when we went to Nigeria for " Hizmet". We traveled all Africa. He told me once: it was like following footsteps of Ernesto when we were in Kongo. After 2 years we passed to Turkic republics. In that times, he got contact with Russion comrades. He was so excited, he discuss Bakunin's ideas with these guys, he finally understood him. His eyes were fully opened. He was fired with revolution. They told him, it is bad idea to use religion for revolution. He said, they don't have any idea about Turkey, without religion, you can not achieve anything. After 3 years, we returned to motherland. He cut his contact with Turkish communists. He doesn't believe their ideas anyway. He returned to conservative party and climbed the stairs again. Even he was in the committee, went to Pennysilvania. Somehow he admired the man. It was first and only one conflict between us. I tought he started to change. Then I cheated him with a communist guy while he was still in Pennysilvania.- My balls was about to exploid right now - . She told me he has no idea about this fair.
To focus on the subject again, I asked, so you think it was conservatives who murdered him. They somehow understood who real he is. She replied "it was the communist guy who told them his real motives. He wanted me. Of course they didn't believe this peice of communist shit. Their organization based on trust, the real belief to eachother and the God. But intelligence heard about the story. They started to investigate him.
She started to cry. " it was because of me !!! I regret every moment of it. I murdered him. I murdered this peice of shit communist man without leaving any trace. I stand and look at her legs and thighes and cleavage. I gave her a napkin. I said, I don't think intelligence killed him. Anyway if they killed him, It would be nice a fight between the state and the government. They are like budbuddies right now. But I got a hunch. It wasn't them. I am taking this case. Please don't worry. I will find these bastards. She stand up and shake my hand without saying anything. She turned and got out while I was looking to her ass.
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