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Between girls : épisode19: revenge or treachery? Between


Were you taken for a time in your life, in flagrante delicto? If this were the case, you can understand what I felt when my girlfriend surprised me exchanging a long kiss with her rival Sahar. For the first
time in my life I saw anger in his eyes more and more intensified. Sahar, for she seemed very calm, like preparing his defense and I like a gourd, I became as pale as a quince as to forget even my native language and have difficulty blowing simple sentences and meaningful.
I've never been afraid as it was in this case. I was madly in love with her, so you can understand that I was so scared that she wrote the magic words "it's over between us."
And as the silence was the master in this small space for some minutes, Amir decided to break up screaming.
- Ben, go! why you stopped?
- Amira, this is not what you think! I cried, shuddering.
She left a mocking laugh and continued to prevail.
- Yes, of course, in jest, his lips landed on yours by accident, right?
There Sahar intervened voice a little frustrated.
- I'm sorry, I do not know what came over me ...
Amira, interrupted him aggressively.
- You've kissed? and glancing at me rascal, and therefore it is yours! and limiting myself to a glance resentful, I, I do not want her!
That was hard to hear his venomous words, phrases, as heartbreaking as stab wounds. Once, she let me spit in his face without mercy, she left the toilet.
- Amira, wait! I cried desperately.
But she did not stop, and there, Sahar, approached me and held me by the hand saying.
- I'm sorry! I
... But as I was at the end of the nerves, heart broken, and the troubled mind I yelled.
- Leave me alone, ok? and tears to the eyes, are you happy now?
And getting rid of his hand.
- My girlfriend wants me to death because of you.
- I'm sorry, I did not ....
In striving to hold back tears.
- Well, it's too late now.
I had uttered in a moment of desperation and proved true. After leaving the girls' bathroom, I looked around my girlfriend but I did not find her. Seeing me, Hikmet, told me for the first time, a serious air.
- What do you do to her?
- Nothing! I said, lowering her eyes in shame.
Sulaym, lighting a cigarette, called me.
- I've never been so nervous today.
- And where is she gone?
Hikmet, swinging his mat, and after watching a pretty girl entering the cafeteria.
- I do not know! she left with Ilhem.
Right after I left the cafeteria by dialing his number, but I thought unreachable, and so I decided to go home moi.une Once home, I switched on my pc, I tried on face book and on MSN but I could not find it connected. I was very desperate and sad and not psychologically ready to dump me. Suddenly, like a fool in love I walked towards his apartment at 20h, as a last attempt to make amends for that kiss exchanged which cost me dear.
In fact, I was expecting anything from him, she yelled at me, she told me my four truths she tapped me if she wanted but not what she did. In
open the door, she looked at me coldly and said.
- What do you want?
Smiling weakly, I muttered.
- I want to talk.
And then I heard the voice of Ilhem, inside questioning.
- Who's that? Turning
head, she cried.
- Nobody! Then turning to me, good night!
And before I could utter a word, she slammed the door.
- Amira! open the fucking door.
Without opening it, she cried.
- Will in, I do not want to see you.
I stayed quite a long time in front of the apartment. I called, I was typing at the door in vain. And now, for me, was his way to inform me that it was officially over between us.
was also the time where I was now close enough, the mythical daughter, Ines, the famous girl who had slapped his admirer Abdelmajid. Once
spree with my girlfriend, like a bitch dumped by her teacher because of she has left a turd on his bed, I decided to go stuff myself, just to escape the real world and pain that racked me.
was the first time that such a thought crossed my mind and over time, it had become ritual for me after each failure sentimental.
was restored in a bar close to the building where I lived. 80% of clients were men, besides, I could not escape their eager eyes drunkards. Once seated alone at a table, I asked for a beer.
But I did not stay much time alone. After a quarter of an hour while I sipped my beer, bitterly, his eyes downcast and looking faded, a female voice spoke.
- Oh, I have company tonight?
Looking up, I saw Inez, smiling, and very elegant in a nice black suit. By laying hands on the chair opposite me, she spoke.
- Are you expecting someone?
- No! I said, tracing a faint smile.
- I sit down then?
- Yes, yes of course! A
Once seated opposite me, very pleasant smell of her perfume tickled my nostrils. She put her handbag on the table and motioned to the server.
- One beer please! then, folding his arms, is the first time that you come here?
- Yes, you can say! "I said, leaving a sad sigh from my lips jump.
She followed with a nice look, then said.
- You're arguing with your girlfriend, is not it?
A little surprised, she had guessed so quickly I murmured.
- How you did know?
She seized a packet of cigarettes from her bag and went, lighting a.
- Ines, always knows everything! and smiling, do not worry, in a couple fights are necessary to spice up the relationship.
I had a bitter smile and replied.
- I do not think so! and emptying my beer, I think that's the end of our story.
She drank a little of his beer and muttered.
- You're new to the field, is not it?
- New?
- Yes, a new lesbian! she cried, laughing.
- How do you know all this?
She fills her glass and pursued an intelligent look.
- From the moment that a girl decides to become a lesbian is I always the first to find out. And laughing, I'm CNN the LGBT community, I always know everything.
Then, emitting smoke from his nostrils.
- You must know something ... and my asking, what's your name again?
- Yasmine!
- Enchanted my lovely! and smiling with a certain pride, I'm quite well known in the community, so I guess you got your idea about me.
- Yes, of course! and returning to the heart of the matter, then I must know what?
By crushing his cigarette in the ashtray.
- Ah, yes, here! and immersed in a seductive look mine the relationship of torque between two lesbians are very complicated and does not end a relationship almost never together, not completely anyway!
And laughing.
- Me, I went out three times with an ex after we broke up, and making me a wink, you always find a spark of love that you wear it for a bit hidden in your heart. Then as she stared
still overwhelming sadness on my little face.
- Tell me first if it bothers you not, that's your girl?
- I do not think you know it! "I said smiling.
She burst into a laugh that rang false.
- So there is serious! and folding his arms, if I do not know what it is necessarily heterosexual.
I nodded my head yes, and there she put her hand on mine and continued in a serious tone.
- I advise you to forget. And he looked at me, there are two extreme things that a lesbian should not do if she does not want a broken heart.
- Who?
She looked at me with much confidence and continued.
- Playing the straight and dating a hetero!
was very good advice that I have unfortunately only treated over the years. This girl was like a big sister to me, a little protective sister, and also the close friend who consoled me at every break.
And as I mentioned, this restaurant bar, had become like the north star a space where I daily trains every night with my new friend, the myth.
After three days of my break with Amira, and in the same place I sat with Ines, at the same table and at the same time, but this time, another person came to join us. It was Ilhem. I was surprised to see her happy but at the same time.
- Yikes? what what are you doing here?
She smiled and exchanged a kiss with Ines and me and pulling a chair.
- Well, it's up to you to answer me.
Ines, ria a moment and said.
- Me and Ilhem, it often comes here to drink a few glasses! And pat on his shoulder, but these days it is a bit confusing.
- Confused? Why? I said, smiling.
Ines, stroked her hair blond and Ilhem said.
- I tell him or I'll leave the fun of it?
- I'd say myself! and raising me a look shy and excited, I'm a bit lost, I thought it was over between me and her.
Ines, laughing intervened by talking to me.
- Do you remember what I told you the other day! this is never done between two lesbians.
- Who's your ex? I cried his heart beating loudly.
She swallowed air and said in a frustrated voice.
- Amira! and lighting a cigarette, she said, two days ago she still has feelings for me ... and an exhausting effort, and yesterday, at home, we made love!

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girls épisode18: Between


I do not think surprise his mother in the company of another person as your father, an opportunity that everyone. Everyone wants happiness of those most dear to him, the two people who put on this earth. But the definition of this notion of happiness differs from person to person according to his culture, his company's open-mindedness and manners in which he immersed himself at an early age.
However, the opinions converge most often to the island of the heart of childhood, a childhood happy and friendly with two exceptional parents, who stood for eternal happiness. They were beautiful, rich but two hearts animated by the force of passionate love, which was rare and precious, a divine gift for pure souls.
And here is an important element of puzzle of their equilibrium disappears and with whom, while also evaporates, love becomes a pleasant distant memory, their children, tangible evidence of their former life together, but their beauty remains presents, to begin a new life.
I had no objection against the fact that my mother remade her life, but out of pride, I wish she chooses a suitable soul mate. And in my opinion of course, a soul mate should be his age, but not see a young man, age my big brother.
was shameful. And the more I saw, Amira secretly smile, a smile of mockery, the more I felt the blood flowing in my veins as gasoline ready to ignite at any time. My mother
about it did not seem too disturbed by my views. However, she displayed a map of the mother to take her share of revenge by asking me a multitude of questions about the reasons for which I did not retire in recent weeks at home in Sousse.
- Ah! you are here, and I thought that you were too overwhelmed by your studies to return home on weekends. And devouring me a stern look, and my princess, spends his time hanging out in cafeterias and girls zero.
Here, Amira, could not suppress a laugh so loud and then said in a whisper.
- She's right about that.
- Shut up, you like! "I said softly, injecting an angry look. Then I crossed his arms and I stared at her boyfriend, who was not bad at all, a handsome man with green eyes and well built, my kind of guys if I were straight I guess.
As she noticed my gaze to deflect her boyfriend, she spoke up and said proudly, holding his arm.
- Let me introduce Ahmed is a professor of dance salsa and tango!
He smiled and said in his hoarse voice.
- Delighted, you look like your mother's grave.
- I know, asshole!
Finally, I said to myself, but my smile boa, when I became angry, I muttered.
- Me, even!
My mother left me little time to escape this anger, still stuck in my throat, persisted.
- So do not you got going on today?
- The attendance is not mandatory, and then almost no one attends classes, they are printed on a photocopier
- Ah, it's like that then. And raising his voice in front of everyone, this weekend you interest to go! and smiling, your grandma is very angry at you. And you know very well how she became enraged when she becomes.
To explain, in two words, since the divorce of my parents, the authority had passed from my father, his stepmother, co-opted traditional. Even before their divorce, she held the power and liked to give orders to everyone including my father. She was also the distance, a factor responsible for this divorce. And my mother never had any control us.
It was not my father to three children, four with my mother, who was not responsible and independent life. She behaved even after having children, as a girl in their teens, the fruit of a life of little princess, spoiled child of a family, well known and formerly part of high society, but which remains the One of the great bourgeois families in Sousse.
So you can understand it was my mother on my birth certificate, but let my big sister in real life.
- I can not go this weekend, I have a Review on Monday and I prefer to revise in my apartment. And lifting her a look resentful, but I think she would be angry if she would know that you go out with a man's age Mouhaned.
She was silent a moment as setting the record of his defense and returned.
- Your brother is aware!
- And he said nothing?
By exchanging a pleasant look with her boyfriend, she continued.
- No, he's happy cons for me, because he only wants the happiness of her mother and does not react like a kid selfish.
Furious, and ignoring the looks that we pierced for a long time in the cafeteria.
- I'm not selfish, man! you can go out with whoever you want, but not with a guy who's half your age.
There the man called me and said.
- Listen to me, although Yasmine, I love your mother and it's serious between us ...
My mother interrupted her, looking at me nervously.
- This is not the time to explain it to Ahmed, I do not expect your blessing to go out with him! and pointing at me, I'm your mother, your daughter and not to give me orders.
J'ingurgitais difficulty with my saliva and I cried.
- Well, at least go out with a man the age of my father!
- The age of your dad? I want to go out with a man remembering the big loser with whom I spent twenty years, leaving laughter prevail ridiculing himself out with a girl of your age so stop judging me and break my head!
As was the center of the world, in the cafeteria, the owner approached us and said in a nice closer to hostility.
- Please, either you sit around a table, or leave, you block the entrance to the cafeteria and you make lots of noise.
And now, we'd get fired amicably by the owner of the cafeteria. Immediately after, my mother took her boyfriend's hand and injects a look angry without saying a word and a few seconds later, I rush with the girls in the car and we headed for the north star, for a change.
Throughout the road Ilhem was silent as having compassion for me, without finding the words to calm me while Amira, super friendly and refined, never stopped laughing and turning his head toward the window to avoid my angry eyes and a possible argument in our case eyes met.
Once in the cafeteria, they found the rest of the gang of losers from my girlfriend, who did not seem sorry for me, as it laughed at my anger and sadness.
- Hey, girls, cava? Hikmet said, swinging his mat. Then got up and made a big hug and said Amira, I've missed you my pretty!
- You too, asshole! and sat near him and began to play with his mat. I sat with
Ilhem facing them, and Sulaym, lighting a cigarette intervened.
- So you change your mind?
Amira smiled snatched the cigarette butt lips his girlfriend and said, laughing.
- Uh, yes you can say thanks to my mother bitch.
- His mother? Hikmet said, laughing, what she does on Tunis?
Without scruple, Amira continued.
- Well, she hangs out with her boyfriend, is not it sweetie?
Ilhem intervened to grumble.
- Amira Enough!
And as I was at the ends of nerves, ready to explode like a bomb at any minute, I got up without looking, and I walked towards the girls' bathroom. There, I shut myself in the bathroom, I sat down on the bezel, and I started to cry, silently, tears of a wounded heart and humiliated.
A quarter of an hour after washing the face with a shower of hot tears, I opened the door and I walked towards the sink to clean myself, turning the head, by chance, to my right, I noticed the girl who was standing near me was Sahar, the soft line that wanted to go out with me before things became serious between me and Amira.
She looked worried and said, tenderly stroking my face.
- You got the eyes all red! and removing a watchful eye on me. Do not tell me you're the girl who was crying when locked up in the bathroom.
As I said nothing, not daring to shake his head, because I still want to cry, she continued stroking my cheek.
- Cava, I hope! then gave me a towel and went on, stop crying please! and taking my face between his hands, I can not stand to see a sad girl!
Plotting a faint smile, I muttered.
- OK, fine I will not cry over.
It drew a smile and kissed me tenderly on the cheek and continued to her angelic voice.
- You know you got a beautiful smile? then out of curiosity, I hope all is well with you and your girl?
By daring to look into her eyes, I murmured.
- Yes, okay, thank you! and a very low voice is a little family misunderstanding.
leaving his thin fingers, touch my face in a caressing manner she murmured.
- ira, you'll see!
- Yes I know! I say without losing sight.
She devoured a look seduced then held my face between my hands and collaboration a long kiss on the lips. I was pleasantly surprised by this kiss, to the point of wanting more. And when I was looking me this time his lips for another kiss of consolation, my eye fell on it Amira, his arms folded and glued to the back door of the toilet.
Raising a disdainful glance at me, she cried.
- She kisses well, I hope!