Examples Of Questions On A Cogat Test

humiliation girls épisode9: Fuck you ******


Put yourself in my shoes, what would you do in a situation like this? Well, some will jump on the bed, stifle their tears on the pillow, think of suicide but forgo the last time. Others will play the impassive, his smile wide open as hosts and eventually into tears once only. Others will seek comfort in their closest friends.
And me personally, I spent half a day at the large mirror in my bedroom. I looked, I did move back and forth, I touched myself all over, like a whore wanting to be affectionate to attract attention. After hours of doing nothing except watch me carefully in the mirror, I concluded that I was not bad at all. I was beautiful and I dress well, even the scent that I used liked most of my friends.
But the word type, which hit me so hard in my head made me more crazy. How dare she say it to my face? She thought he was that the bitch? Well, I too was pushed to deploy rude words to express my anger.
The worst was far from stopping at that level. As I have said, the flow of information at high speed in our community. Word of mouth is very developed in our small circle lesbian. As
lesbians were proud to show each change in their relationship status on the front wall of their account book, some also were thrilled to reveal aloud they have rejected potential girlfriends.
Unfortunately for me, I was one of those girls rejected. Two days after my failure, I would contact me on face book, and I saw the outline of a conversation between Amir and Ilhem. They spoke spontaneously and honestly as if their conversation was confidential, a social network serving more scandal.
In a nutshell, Amir had participated in one application, designed to determine whether someone loves you in secret. After the questionnaire, she had a positive response. Ilhem, of course, saw the answer, Amira left voluntarily appear in public, and left the following comment.
- Can not no girl will want an idiot like you.
Amira, equal to herself, tapped.
- No, you're wrong, the evidence Yasmine is! Why bitch
mentioned to me by name? That's what I kept asking myself. She might have to invent any name, just say where a person is interested in her. But no, she was so pathetic as to type my name in bold, and tell him in detail how she held me by the face and spat me type the word without mercy or pity.
And now, since that fateful moment, I avoided finding myself in places where the tribe of lesbians agglomerated, including the North Star.
The first to make fun of me, was "Abdelmajid. In fact, for a little escape from the stress and shame of this revelation, I decided to enroll in a dirty gym. To my surprise, it was the one where Hana train, but it was more than just a stick. She was a professor of sport. And since the first day of my registration, she will not let me tread. She took advantage of my situation, being new in the room, like what to show me how to use the machines, but it always ended up the subject with me.
I was doing the bike. In sports gear, she approached me, put both hands on the handlebars and leave me without telling me of her eyes.
- So cava?
the corner of my eye I watched him and I said while pedaling.
- Yes, thank you cava.
- Safe?
I stopped and then wiping my my towel, I cried on my nerves.
- Why are you asking me the same question? She put
his two hands around his waist and replied, laughing.
- Because in my opinion, it's hard to watch other girls after such a rejection! and stroking my hand gently, I will not say never such a thing, a girl who is tactless ...
jumping bike, I replied nervously.
- Thank you for your compassion!
She followed me to throw and held me by the arm saying.
- If you want to be discussed later, sipping coffee at the North Star?
- Why? I exclaimed, looking furious.
A little frustrated, she answered me devouring gaze.
- Ben to talk, meet ...
I interrupted him, going towards the stepper.
- No, thank you I did not want to.
soon as I step on the machine, she approached me again and asked me, eyes red with anger.
- Why are you avoiding me?
- I avoids you not ... I just do not want to go anywhere!
She put her two hands again on the front of stepper, and limiting myself to a look unpleasant.
- I do not like it right?
Caught by my anger, I cried.
- Yes, you do not like it!
She knocked so hard with the foot bottom of stepper and cried.
- You either you do not like it ..
- So much the better!
She wrinkled her brows with a nervous gesture and added, mockingly.
- You're not my type either! And laughing hysterically, so now I'm second to tell you lesbian face, bitch!
The second person to remind me was another who thought he was pathetic for Picasso. It was Sunday, at the crossroads. I accompanied my roommate, who was a girl wearing a veil and a very conservative environment.
We stopped the carriage opposite the radius pasta. Asma, bowed to grab a packet of rice and I followed him to look, a girl who walked around with his mother next to us. She had a nice ass, my eyes could not leave. Then this nice landscape ugly when a mat was to swing in front of me, then lift the front, I saw the stupid smile Hikmet. He gave me a kiss, as if we were old friends.
Asma, looked with contempt on the corner of the eye, especially in discovering her look super feminine. It took him probably for a fag, and I do not know what she insults stung the bottom of itself.
As if we were alone in the department, he was unaware of the presence my roommate. Probably he did not think she was with me because of her religious attire. And began to speak to me aloud.
- Listen, I'm sorry ... and stroking my cheek. Amira is sometimes cheeky, but she has a good background! it's not his habits hurt others! and wanting to make me laugh, if you were not a lesbian, I will accept gladly go out with you!
My friend became as pale as death, and away from me pushing the cart. The next day, she communicated her decision to move from the apartment. She was of course a long speech about homosexuals that will burn in hell, and ended by insulting me, in conclusion. And now, after the second consequence humiliation, displayed the following month, where only renting the apartment, I was now obliged to pay instead of 300dinars 150dinars.
The third person, that ended my patience and triggered in me a terrible rage was Ilhem, who phoned me, for Mobile, as she did not see me at the North Star, supposedly to hear from me.
- Hey ugly, you're still alive? In
lying down on my bed, I whispered.
- Yes, apparently. She threw
one of his laughter and continued witch.
- I do not see you at the North Star!
- I like more this cafeteria.
She continued her laughter and ridiculing said.
- Say rather that loves you more to go to avoid seeing Amira!
eyes burning with anger, I yelled.
- Look, there's nothing between me and this bitch!
- Wow! look which includes coarse language, the little angel ... Yasmine
I interrupted him, shouting.
- What do you want exactly?
- Take your news ...
In raising his voice, unable to control myself.
- Rather make fun of me!
There she stopped her laughter and resumed his serious tone.
- Listen, you think you can seduce her? I myself failed to do so .. and a sneer, but I think you got Abdelmajid of chances ...
By cutting him aggressively.
- No, thank you, I'd rather die having a single tip-off with Abdelmajid!
And I hung up, while closing the mobile phone to stop receiving calls. That night, I could not sleep a wink, anger haunted me, everywhere. The next morning, as if I planned, I drove to the apartment Amira. I had so much rage in me, and I'm not able to romp in telling home truths in the face.
was around 9:30. I hesitated a lot once outside his apartment. Then I started beating so hard to break the door. A few minutes later, she opened the door. Her eyes were half closed sleep in pajamas trimmed short images of cats.
She looked at me a long time and asked me yawning.
- What do you want, bitch?
Shaking their fists in anger, I replied.
- You really are a bitch ...
She put her hand on the doorknob and cried on my nerves.
- You're ruining my sleep I came to tell me I'm a slut? and raising me with a look of contempt, I know, me and tapping his finger on my nose, the message has not adequately communicated the again? you want maybe I'll refresh your memory?
I sent her finger with a nervous gesture, and I cried.
- You think you're that bitch?
- Hey! there are many words to use besides bitch! I do not like repetition! and drawing a mocking smile, and to answer your question, I think I'm the girl who makes you wet!
Trembling from top to bottom, I wanted to stick him a nice slap but I restrain myself and I contented myself by saying the insult.
- Fuck you ******!
She burst out laughing and approached me again to provoke me.
- Ben c'mon, say it!
I let a giggle escape and I answered.
- I'm not afraid! and pointing my finger, fuck you!
She stared at me with a look angry and pursued.
- You're safe!
- Absolutely! "I said, crossing his arms.
She smiled, looked at me and murmured a long time.
- ok!
and held me strongly with both hands my face, my co a long kiss on the lips, then her right hand down quickly on my belly, and stopped on my belt and pulling me towards her eagerly.
- We're going to hell together!

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Between daughters épisode8: type! Between


What was ashamed of being surrounded by so many eyes, especially that of the girl I liked. She pierced me with a mocking glance, a look of someone wanting to have fun with you in public contempt. It was the first time where I felt in such an embarrassment, it was also the first time where I was subject to ridicule. And worse, they began to laugh, seeing me, all red, like someone allergic. How I wish this afternoon disappear cursed, but I could not. As nailed to my chair, I followed their eyes exulting with joy and humor. After a long moment of laughter, Amira got on my shoulder telling me.
- It is you like that?
- Who? I say, in a voice so disturbed.
She took up the laugh she slowed to talk to me and continued, making a small movement with the head.
- Come! Casanova!
- Casanova?
One of the girls, their band nerds intervened, hugging the guy with the black mat.
- There he is, Casanova! Hikmet's Romeo fine arts.
Looking at the bearded, with glasses so thick, I cried.
- Not ...
There Amira interrupted me, stroking my cheek tenderly.
- He is so cute! if I was not engaged, it would be my guy. Then, smiling at Hikmet, take off your glasses so she can devour your beautiful green eyes.
Hikmet, ria a little while and went on with pride.
- Amira Stop! I do not want another victim! otherwise we would be obliged to call an ambulance!
An ambulance? But for that he took? Brad Pitt or Gale Harold? It was not pretty at all. I always heard of unusual tastes of students of Fine Arts in clothes but I never believed that their bizarre tastes also infect their choice of men and women.
At first glance, this man, so thin and ugly with a beard, so wild and this mat that did not stop swinging for a good time like a little kid in elementary school, made me want to if I was willing to cut a pair of scissors.
was the prototype of a thug, an SDF model of the USA. Why USA? I do not know not: it may be because I frequently watched American series.
Anyway must go to Caesar what belongs to Caesar. According to his friends, of course, it was such a talented man, who was already selling paintings to hotels, and earned a good living with his chief works.
But wait, why am I talking about him? Whether a new Picasso, Gauguin, Delacroix, or, I do not care! If I took such a risk to follow my princess who has been a wicked witch, is to try my luck with her and not with his Ranma (well, true to the comic Ranma was fine).
- You're beautiful, Yasmine! he said, smiling and swinging his mat, but I'm a couple for now! and making me a wink, but now you're on my list of expectations, in case it fair with my girlfriend!
Amira, I shook my shoulder, laughing.
- You're lucky, you know?
As I could not break my head again with this bunch of nerds, I sprang from my seat and I left the cafeteria, without even stopping to speak with Amira, who kept calling me from their table, a right time.
Since that day, I decided to erase this girl forever in my head. But take a decision without applying it, was familiar. As my father, who always said no, but ended up succumbing to our whims, it may be why, as his marriage was messed up. It was not so strong, so tough and so decisive. Women would probably live with a man sweet and sentimental, but it may be tough, and not ashamed to say a non inevitable and irreversible.
What is clear, what I inherited this meant that not so tacitly. After an absence of two weeks in North Star, I started afresh again my feet there. I was happy not to get on this band of loser.
However, my eyes met those of my ex Fahmi, sitting in the back of the cafeteria with a new girlfriend. After having drowned in a flood of messages and son shot, he finally threw in the towel and continued his life. He was right anyway, life will never end on a single person. And those are only the masochistic romance, who burned their suffering, following the only person present at their eyes and perfect, where the percentage of possible substitution is zero. I was part
them. My eyes, they looked Amira, and my heart stopped beating when she spoke or smiled at me and touched my cheek. I also realized after two weeks of life, a housewife, I had more than feelings for her. I love. It was the first time I fall in love with someone.
I sat around a table at the entrance of the cafeteria. Alone, smoking a cigarette, I followed next Fahmi, lovingly caressing the hand of his new conquest. I was jealous, but not because I was quickly forgotten, but rather because he quickly found someone whereas me, I often saw the girl I loved and I dared not even make him feel the embers of love that tortured me more.
Tears had swollen my eye, but I've learned. I would not show me weak and vulnerable. I was in the depths of my soul, a hope that one day this girl will realize that love alone that I gave him. But how it would see such a passion as she was about to marry?
was always the question that bubbled in my head, and poisoning my life constantly. Look so sad and dreary, I turned my head toward the door and saw a nice jump from Amira Mercedes.
By following a careful look, I saw two kisses exchanged with a man of fifty, very elegant, white hair with a thick white mustache as if. She exchanged a few words with him and then shut his car door and walked to the cafeteria.
I pretended to drink my coffee, eyes downcast. But she stopped in front of me and addressed me.
- Hey! Hello you! it is a lease?
I raised my head and I replied without really looking.
- I had many exams to prepare.
- Yes, I see! Then
by depositing his hand on the chair opposite me.
- Are you expecting someone?
- No, not really.
She shrugged and continued.
- so I can sit.
- Yes, of course! "I said with emotion.
She sat facing me, began to tap the table with the tips of the fingers nervously and said.
- Hikmet Did not you see?
- No. I said, pretending to open one of the books of anatomy that I borrowed from the library.
Losing patience, she looked at his watch and said fine.
- is 18h ! the asshole he should be there for a quarter of an hour!
- Just wait. "I said, grabbing the flowering.
There, she tore the felt and cried myself devouring a worried look.
- What's happening? why I feel that you speak against the heart?
way I followed my gesture with a felt nervous and I cried.
- Nothing! I still have to prepare a review.
- So! my presence bothers you?
I shook my head no and I asked myself by daring to meet his eyes.
- It's your father?
- What? she said, frowning. Then she smiled and explained to me, but no, Hedi, my fiance.
mouth ajar shock, I stammered.
- Your boyfriend? and not wanting to believe. No, you laugh ...
She smiled and said with an air of sincerity.
- I swear! this is my fiance.
- But he is old ...
- Not so old! he was 57 years.
- 57 years? then closing the book, you're barely 21 years.
She put her soft hand on mine and then limiting myself to a firm look.
- These are not your onions! is my life, I do what I want.
- I call it an attempted suicide ... She cut the
speech, raising his voice in anger.
- This is a very rich man. With him, I'll swim in opulence, so I will travel and I live like a princess!
I let a laugh get carried away and I continued.
- So it's for money ...
- This is not just for the money! it is a good man I love. In identifying the
a jealous eye.
- Is it you're in love with him? She looked at me oddly
a long time and then crossing his arms.
- It does not concern you! and then love is not always the source of happiness!
laughing silently, I continued.
- Go on then, get married.
She laughed and said.
- I do not expect your blessing to do it! and holding my chin, you call yourself that? eh, for my girlfriend?
- No it is not ....
She interrupted me aggressively, throwing me a look so ugly.
- Listen, even if I were a lesbian, I would not go out with you.
And blocking my head between her hands.
- You're not my type!

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girls épisode7: Between Spying


No one can understand the signs of the heart's pounding, pinching his painful at times. The heart was always symbolized source love and passion, whereas in truth, this is is a hollow organ and muscle that circulates the blood by pumping blood through rhythmic contractions to the blood vessels and body cavities. They also say that the brain symbolizes reason, rationality, so that is a member of the central nervous system processes the information from the senses, controls many body functions, including voluntary movement and is the headquarters functions cognitive mind such as reasoning, decisions, perception. Everything goes up, love, hate, thinking, calculation. It is the nervous system, the real conductor it is he who holds the magic of love. As before
believed the essential beauty of the moon, that's true, is only natural satellite orbiting the earth, greyish with cavities and craters everywhere, as a disfigured, and the heart was it is still the most beautiful body for all to see.
Why this little introduction? Well, because I was in a good mood this afternoon, and the revelation of my girlfriend, had grieved at this point that my happiness has a colored acrimony.
The worst thing that my girlfriend has noticed. It was a girl who had a sense of observation. She crossed her arms and told me suspiciously.
- What's happening?
- Nothing! I said, his voice grim.
This was indeed the first time I discovered I had feelings for Amira, feelings that I could hide. It was my weak point, I could not hide my emotion, even if I make an effort, to pass me unmoved, my eyes betray me all the time, by revealing my real state of mind.
This was also the time when marriage problems began to their humble matching. When you are a couple, we have homework to do, especially sex side.
After exactly one month of my relationship with Ilhem, she did not hide his desire to sleep with me. She was very understanding and patient with me, because with his ex, it is from the second week of relationship they began a sexual cycle active.
And as I was new to the world of lesbianism, she wanted to let me take the time necessary to prepare myself psychologically to span the inner life.
One night she invited me to her house to spend the night together. It was a clear invitation and net, to love, but I pretended to be a review the next morning to be absent. The next night, too, she phoned me for the same reason, and I pretended to have diarrhea for the morning after I ate a sandwich in the faculty.
After that she did not speak for two days and I did not even remember the effort to see if she was alright. I contented myself with the beeping, like what I think of you. But she did not answer my beeps.
At the end of the week, she sent me an sms to tell me she wanted me to death, and it is obvious I do not like and that I should have, tell him, instead she lost her time, with a timid and hypocritical.
Instead of being honest and sincere with her, I lied of course. I had a bonus in my mobile phone, and I spent an hour talking to him by telephone to explain that I'm shy and it's my first time and I am not yet ready to have sex with it.
Obviously, I expected her to forgive me and everything came back as before. But to my surprise she was silent and then a timid voice.
- Ok, so take your time, as I'm going to try to find a real lesbian to come out with!
There, the pale face, I cried.
- is because I refused to sleep with you, you largues me? It
estuary softly, and replied.
- I will not lie to you, but I love sex! and gender is crucial in a couple and as you do not want to sleep with me, we will do better to stay friends.
- I did not say that I do not want to sleep with you, I just said I'm not ready ...
She interrupted me, exclaiming nervously.
- When you love someone, frankly, we are always ready to make love with him, but when you hesitate, is there a problem in your case my dear, is you have no feelings for me or you're not really lesbian!
Then with some bitterness.
- I do not know why I fall on the straight ...
- I'm not straight, I am a lesbian!
- Lesbian my ass, yeah!
And hung up without giving me time to explain, and it was subsequently the first girl that I dropped after one month relationship, without exchanging even a romantic kiss.
I was not very affected by my failure. Moreover, three days later, as a predator, I did that secretly monitor Amira, the distance to the North Star. She often came with a group of friends straight, all students in fine arts in Tunis, including herself.
They laughed all the time, bombing the cafeteria with their bulky laughter, and sometimes, even, made the place a real cabaret. A member of his band, a bearded guy, but not piles with a mat, usually brought with him a darbuka, and began, all partying. And of course, the dancing queen, Amira, was always the first who began to dance and clap. In
see also tripped, dippy and wacky, you can not believe that such a girl, soon to be a married woman, in a mature relationship.
haunted me so much curiosity about her fiance. Questions itched days and nights. I wanted to discover the man who could win her heart, and sobering.
And without really realize, I was in my days that follow her wherever she went, and I was careful that it does not see me.
What made me more confused is that it was always accompanied by this mob of his ability and I have never had the chance to see her sitting alone with a man, with his Prince Charming. And it was really weird, especially since they were engaged and they were planning their wedding, which would be celebrated in three months great max.
One day was a Wednesday, about 19h, as usual I was sitting three tables away from them, near the entrance of the girls' bathroom. And I do not know how, by turning the head, by chance, she spotted me, even though the cafeteria was very crowded that day, following a football match of the national team against a team of Central Africa. She waved at me
with the hand, as a reaction, I lowered my head and pretended to tie my shoes. After five minutes, looking up, I saw a beautiful female body very sexy, standing in front of me and looking for the face, I discovered that of Amir, his hands around her waist and overly broad smile.
- What are you doing here alone?
- I'm still drinking coffee at that hour! In
holding my arm, she said.
- Come join us!
- I ... I do not want to embarrass you!
She gently pinched my cheek and said.
- No, stop thinking like that, bitch !
In fact, bitch, bitch, bitch, were not employed by Amira as insults, but it was his way of showing affection to her friends that she liked, and fortunately for me, I had the privilege of being one of them. Evidence, introducing me to his band of loser, she cried.
- I present you my favorite slut Yasmine!
The bearded black mat said, chuckling.
- Hi Amira's favorite slut!
Amira, began to draw from his mat, like what to grumble saying.
- It's only me who told him my bitch, right?
Trying to get rid of his hand, he cried, laughing.
- Ok, ok! stop now, let my poor mat! She finally released
sat opposite him, pulled me by the hand, to sit beside her and then said.
- It Hikmet, the great black asshole to the mat! and laughing, he is known to be free "Ranma! you know the series Ranma1 / 2?
a smile, embarrassed by the glare of his buddies.
- Yes, I looked forward to Manga!
- I too love! she said.
Then she began to show me the rest group. And after half an hour she forgot me and began talking and laughing with his buddies and girlfriends.
As I started to get tired, I emptied my glass of juice that I brought with me from the other table and I said.
- I heard you're engaged, congratulations!
- Thanks! she murmured without leave me of her eyes.
And there, Hikmet playing with his mat and began to laugh and making a glance at Amira.
- I told you that's why she. And was silent, laughing silently, then said, holding out his open hand to Amira, go I won the bet, then where are my 10dinars?
- Wait, I want to make sure first! she said, smiling.
As I understood nothing of their lousy game insinuation I asked in a voice disturbed.
- What's happening? you talk about me or what?
She leaned on the table, then looked at me a long time.
- My friends and I would love to know why we have you wherever you go!

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Girls: Episode 6: Smack


a couple, there is no difference between a lesbian daughter and another straight. They are all tigers, when it comes to keeping the love. But for us lesbians, fights are sessions focusing. Two straight girls, when they argue, evoke almost never the number of guys with whom they had sex. For us it is a pride, especially as girls are lesbians who appear in small numbers., And consequently two girls in three sleep with the same girls from his ex.
was a simple game, really for fun, but it turned because of a smack, a nightmare. Unlike a kiss, the smack is accompanied by the sound, the lips when they contain similar over its open thereafter. Why the fuss? This is to show that it has nothing sensual, and that's as friendly to play. But
Ilhem, lovers kiss was himself a friendly smack. While his girlfriend was touched by the lips of another predator, this is war.
Therefore, it became in all its forms especially that we never exchanged a kiss love. How can we tolerate what we have not tasted it to others? Being selfish by nature, we humans, we do not like sharing the stories certainly not in heart.
So, Ilhem, grabbed the bottle, and a violent gesture made her turn.
- Well, you choose another!
Here, Hana, stopped the bottle of his muscular arms, she would also lift weights in a gym, and even took creatine. Hey, watch out boys, it was really hard biceps. And once, coming out of the gym, with a girl she had known during his training, was being picked up by two thugs on the corner. Actually, they do not mess with it but his girl, because Hana's far more like a guy or a girl, always men baggy jeans, a shirt and a black jacket that she borrowed often with his older brother. That's why she was better known by the nickname "Abdelmajid" that his real name.
- Hey, beauty, you do not want two real guys? Suspect
of manhood "Abdelmajid" was an unpardonable crime, which deserved the death penalty. It was surely not have a penis, but it was far from being a sissy. As a guy that when treated causes of not being worthy of having the family jewels, she took off her jacket, threw it into the arms of his girlfriend, then approached one of them that it was smaller in size. " Abdelmajid "was a stocky girl, a meter 80.
- Who are the real guys, asshole?
And without giving him time to defend herself, she stared at his arms to pin him down, and gave it a whim, dry like a wrestler. The poor, fell immediately "stone dead". The other, leaned on the floor, intending to seize a stone, but it was faster, giving it an aggressive kick directly into the stomach, and he had the same fate as another victim. Sometimes, guys can become victims of physical assault, and of course you have proof. Returning to the heart of
subject as an objective judge, "said Hana, a firm tone.

- No way! what are the rules of play! and tightening with no finesse, Amira his neck. Go, my great, we made a nice smack!
- Close, Abdelmajid, ok?
Hana, got a jump, then injecting my girlfriend of a bully look.
- If you were a guy, I would have broken his face, for your last sentence!
- Fortunately I am a girl! then pulling me by the hand, then you come?
Like an idiot, I wonder.
- Where?
- We leave this fucking apartment! Amira
there rose in his turn and cried.
- My birthday day, you say I have a fucking room?
Ilhem, smiled and said mockingly.
- It's just a party like the others, this is not the date of your birthday!
Shaking his shoulders.
- Still, it is supposed to act as if it was my birthday.
And Hana, interferes again in conversation.
- Go! this is just a smack, girls, it's for fun!
- Why are you so obsessed with the smack! Khawla intervened, the stewardess, and trying to calm the girls, forget it and continue the game!
That, that just became a real hard focus.
- is because I refused to go out with her, the past! Ilhem said, his hands around her waist.
- Pardon? Hana intervened, approaching her. When? if you remind me the date please?
- Two years ago in the girls' bathroom, the old box that used to frequent. And raising his voice for the cause, it was only in the locker room, and you started to rub yourself against me! even then you tried to tear me a kiss!
Intimidated, Hana said in a voice disturbed.
- I was probably drunk to do it! and insulting in its way, if you did not look like a bitch, with your tight jeans and low waist string apparent, I will not be tempted!
Ilhem, eyes red with anger shouted.
- Yes, I will not have done so mainly we had a guy with a rise in testosterone as "Abdelmajid!
And there, a girl who stopped drinking beer since the beginning of this catastrophic event.
- Slut! you deceived me when we went out together?
- Everyone makes mistakes! Hana said, disturbed, and wanting to revenge is what you know girls, has been transferred qu'Ilhem once the North Star, because of the poor and vulnerable girls hetero have seen kissing another girl in the girls' bathroom? and laughing, since it is a scandal, they have placed surveillance cameras at the entrance of the girls' bathroom!
- You're gonna pay me, bitch! Ilhem said holding me by the hand.
But Hana, do not stop there. As soon as we approached the door, she yelled in a loud voice.
- It does not may be that the two girls she loves kissing !
- What do you mean by that, "Abdelamjid?" Wondered his former holding the beer.
Amira, became red, and also Ilhem until Hana continued.
- You do not know that Amira and Ilhem, were dating at the time?
And laughing.
- It was so zero in bed, apparently after their breakup, Amira is again straight!
Caught by his anger, ran to Ilhem Hana, intending to jump on her to hit her. But girls intervene to stop this fight.
This, therefore because of a fucking smack, two new enemy made their appearance manifested in the community; the tigress Ilhem VS Bison "Abdelmajid.
However, it was far from finished as well. Throughout the trip, it was not mentioned. I would not cheat even more. The manner with which she was carried away by defying Hana and jumping on her to break the figure was more than enough for me to understand that she loved Amira at the time, but what I know c is if she still had feelings for her.
about 2:30, by contacting me on my account of lesbian face book, the dispute was still running. From that the two girls were returning to their homes, they were playing a game of insults and obscenities, vulgarities each leaving the wall on the other and eventually remove it, after it said its truths, its list friends.
The next day she called me around 12pm. And we saw the north star two hours later. She was calm, smiled and talked to me as if she had forgotten the great dispute of the day before. Ilhem, began talking to me about everything and anything, and then his full stoneware, she spoke of Hana.
- Listen, it's a dirty whore and a dyke! and I do not want you to him talk!
In fact, it was not the only girl who asked me not to talk to an enemy. In our world of lesbianism, he should never speak to enemies of our beloved, but also must be friends even if it temporarily to his circle of friends, was the second rule that I 've learned.
And alone, too, mentions the topic of Amira as saying.
- I want to lie! true, two years ago, I was in love with Amira! it was not a lesbian! and shaking his shoulders, but you see, we saw each other often enough, and we ended up leaving together! but the bed was something else! she would not sleep with me! She claimed she was in love with me mentally, but that level of physical she was attracted by the guys! and so we decided to stay friends!
I was silent a long time and I was wondering.
- I see, but it is that you become the best of friends! and still thinking of Amira and she goes out with a boy, I suppose?
She drank her orange juice and replied calmly.
- She has been engaged for a year and will marry this spring!

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Enre girls épisode5: A party! Between


Since that day, I'm not really reached a wink. I was happy, ecstatic. I thought it was one of my dreams fantastic roses. Finally, I am privileged to come out with a girl, take a step into the magnificent world of lesbianism, to live my life as I have always wanted without being able to immerse myself in this little world discreet and special.
I no longer felt the need to hide, or even play the hypocrite with my boyfriend. The very next day, I left a message on his mobile phone. For the first time in my life, I took my courage in both hands, and what I Tapai following "Fahmi, I'm sorry, but I want to break." It was easy to type! Say in the face, would surely surly. But hey, it was how my mother when she dropped my father. It did not bother to wait until evening, when he would come back. The morning after her a kiss, as if everything was fine. It was all his luggage, as finally leave our house, or rather our old house, since it was sold exactly two months after their divorce. Anyway, I remember very well that day, there was a strike for the Palestinian cause in the street, Most protesters were students from high school Taher Sfar, and high school boys, but in brackets, they participated in this event to skip class and not to be heard in the name of solidarity, it makes me recall also the trustees of our young faculty, who thought they were Superman, who kept saying in a speech in two balls, they represented the voice of students, but in truth they spoke, always using the third person plural when they sought only their own good and why not get out to pull any political office.
I know I'm a big mouth and I often change the subject. In short, I approached my mother, I thought she had to travel. She had the annoying habit of always we announce his intention to take the air at the last minute.
- So where are you going to go this time?
She stroked my face, while bending a final dress.
- I'm visiting my mother!
- And why all these suitcases?
She closed the bag, then staring at me with a deep gaze.
- I'll spend a few days with her!
- A few days with half of your closets?
- Yasmine, plug me in peace!
then pushed me gently the palm of his hand, carried the two suitcases ready and went downstairs. Only at night when my dad came home late for the first time I know the real reason. He stopped outside his room, the expression of grief invading his face and told me in an agitated voice.
- Your mother wants a divorce! and laughing, she did not even bother to tell me in the face and leaving a bottle of wine from a bag he brought with him is my mother in law gave me this said, and drinking a good mouthful, fortunately she is the daughter of good family!
After he locked himself in his room. I heard cry a quarter of an hour, then silence reigned and melody bulge took over. He probably drank together, mixing the strong taste of the wine to the bitterness he felt, because I found the next day the whole bottle vacuum under the bed. That
, thus summing up, we inherit not only genes but behaviors, and that's something that I had my mother put an end to a relationship fresh.
That's what I thought anyway. But Fahmi, was not ready to let go. The very next day, he was only calling me constantly but I did not answer not. Even during my first tip-off to the North Star, my cell phone kept vibrating. Ilhem, staring at me with a look and seductive as she noticed that my phone was making tiny jumps on the table, she spoke.
- is he now?
Ashamed, and setting the mobile phone on the table with a gesture of annoyance.
- Yes, it pisses me off!
Drinking while holding the straw.
- He is not ready to let you go, it is probably in love with you!
- Yes, but I'm not!
- Say it!
By clicking on the nerves on the hang-up button.
- I sent him a message!
She left a great smile earn his face, and resumed.
- My sweetie, always doing things in front! a simple message, not enough to break! and stroking my hand, especially not when your boyfriend is in love with you!
- This is not my boyfriend, I do not like it was just ...
In lighting a cigarette, she interrupted me.
- I know, I know, to save face! and making me a glance, most lesbians have gone through this step! Then
stroking my hand affectionately.
- So have you ever kissed a girl?
cheeks all red.
- No, never! She plunged
her gaze in mine, and resumed.
- I am so honored to be your first and your professor of art of kissing!
- Art of kissing?
To clarify, Ilhem was a student of English, which is why her beloved deploy English words, yet it was not brilliant at the faculty, but you know, probably the girls "in" and everything they do to stand out including the level of language.
For an hour and a half, she was just telling me about his ex who was dropped to bring the former couple with an old ex at her, she knew about Face Book. On numerous occasions, I wanted to yell "hey! I am fed up, talking about something else! "But as I was cowardly, I concealed my anger with a sadistic smile. And it was eventually my first lesson of lesbianism.
Rule number 1: never go out with a lesbian who has just split with his ex!
I understood clearly that golden rule until a few months ago and lived in my new community.
But I was happy when it finally decipher my smile in both directions. She drank a glass of strawberry juice and told me.
- I'm sorry ! I know I talk too much about her! but only because she left me for my ex's ex!
Then, patting my hand again.
- So that tells you a party?
eyes wide open.
- Pardon?
- A party! a lesbian party, a friend of mine, who celebrates her birthday! The idea
me so horny especially when she added that there would be full of lesbians and bisexuals in the apartment of his girlfriend.
the evening so to 22h, with my new girlfriend, we stopped at a nice apartment Menzah 6.
I was thrilled, this is in two words how I describe myself. Hand in hand with Ilhem, and heart pounding. She knocked on the door. And to my surprise, the person who will open the door was his girlfriend the other night tripped to ButterFly Gammarth, the girl who bewitched me, Amira, the dancing queen.
She would kiss my girlfriend looked at me from the corner of his eye and gave me a kiss quickly. Then in a gesture with his hand asked us to enter. In
whispering in the ears Ilhem.
- Why you have not told me she would be there?
She stopped in front of me, and looking at me strangely.
- That makes you a problem, its presence?
Shaking shoulders, disturbed while trying to look Amira.
- No, but you should've told me, anyway!
She patted me on the right shoulder and laughs.
- Anyway, it's his birthday and his apartment!
then pushed me with both arms toward the front.
- Well, that's the band!
Leaving the hall, I looked at him a dozen girls, sitting on mattresses on the floor in the parlor. A girl of two, holding a beer, and stared at me, all with a glance both kind and inquisitive. And I have spotted at least two pairs, complex since they had no kissing on the mouth before the rest of the guests. Ilhem, holding me by the hand, proudly introduced me to girls.
- Hey, girls! I present you my new girlfriend Yasmine! The band
girls smiled. Some made me a cuckoo with soft hands, from a certain sympathy. And a look at tomboy, spoke to me.
- I've not seen before!
Ilhem, laughing as usual, hold me tight in his arms.
- It's a new one!
- Um, so we must celebrate his coming out!
She put her soft hands around my waist, and tickling my nose with hers.
- I'll do it my way!
Meanwhile, Amira, opened a beer, after attending carefully to cuddle and sat side by side with the girl men who spoke to me.
Immediately after Ilhem, sat on a mattress close to the TV, and pulled me by the hand and told me.
- Come sit beside me, or my legs if you like! In
laughing while I sat beside her.
- I weigh 61kg, I am afraid crush you!
She laughed and kissed me.
- No worry, I'm full! Then
Amira, interrupted us by talking aloud to everyone.
- Hey, girls, and if we play to share truth!
- Good idea! Ilhem cried, I love this game! Then
only seven girls, were invited a large circle, to participate in this game, while the two couples are on the same position, kissing on the lips, as if they were in a race that spends more time glued to the lips of his lover.
animation, game, was the daughter male named Hana, and it was she who changed the rules game to his liking and assigned to participants, whether they should answer a question or perform an action. For my part, I was rather in the first category, for Amir, the poor, she had to obey orders.
Ilhem, thus began the game by turning to Hana.
- The last time you made love!
- Three days ago!
All girls, both.
- Wow! with whom? you're not single? It
ria, and answered.
- was a one night stand!
Then each in turn played until after arriving at Amira asking a question naughty, a participant tasted the vengeance of his opponent, a bisexual, working as a stewardess.
- Ok! you have to kiss a girl!
- No! I will not do that! Amira said, crossing his arms.
Hana, laughing.
- What are the rules of the game!
then grabbed a bottle and so turn the floor, inside the small circle formed by your legs stuck to each other. After three rotations, the bottle, chose me. Hana laughed, and patted Amira, mocking.
- Well, you gotta kiss the girl of your best friend!