Miguel under the cab. As she kissed his neck, he tried to get the keys from the floor. He could not find them. "We have a problem, he said.
- What? she said looking into his eyes
"We have to wake my roommate. I forgot my keys.
Miguel played hard on the bell above the fifth floor, an Austrian slept peacefully.
All events had happened unexpectedly. Like every Friday, he had come from work thinking about seeing a movie on your computer. Peter and Pavel, his other housemates, after several beers, encouraged him to leave. The area of \u200b\u200bthe clubs in London, was not his favorite, always bustling and posh people trying to get attention. Five beers and an occasional additional substance in your body, Peter, Pavel and Miguel were riding in a taxi heading to the area clubs. The three entered a 'Moving', one of the many clubs there. Peter went to the bar and ordered scotch for all three. Minutes later they were dancing with a group of girls.
- "What the fuck! What do you know time it is? "- said Wendy's roommate Michael, visibly angry at being awakened at 4:00 am. Miguel opened the door and entered the elevator going. The girl went with him. As they climbed, explored both hands under the clothes.
time at the club had run faster than normal. In a moment he danced with the girls who smile with complicity and shine in the eyes absent. The girls left him with one of them . Miguel took the initiative and kissed her, she corresponded nibbling her lower lip. He asked if he wanted to accompany him home. She accepted.
The two entered kissing the ground and bumping into furniture in the dark. Miguel memory led her to her room. His state of intoxication made him feel like a movie in slow motion. Your messy room, he was bright and big. The two bodies were discovered their nakedness to finish fused into one, beyond inhibition and complex.
The next day she woke up and asked the time. 9:20 am They said Michel, after examining your mobile. She got dressed, and he could see against the light. Moon-white skin, a narrow waist and wide rear.
"It was a pleasure Myhell" he said with a kiss on the mouth. Why
no British MI-Guel can pronounce? wondered .. all My-Hell called it sounded like 'My hell'. Perhaps in that it had become?
-Good bye sweety, "he said, trying to remember her name. He could not.
Miguel stared at the ceiling as he heard he was leaving. He wondered if she would have realized he had forgotten his name, "he had asked?, I believe that neither was necessary. Later, on rising, found on the table was a note with a phone number and a letter V.
