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Good morning everyone. Problems persist with TS3 (in fact, get worse. Now, when I go Simmini of my house, I turn off the game and brings me back to the home screen of the PC o_o ").
I decided therefore to publish the second chapter of the story the same, even without pictures. (I hope not too boring and I hope I can post the next update with pictures)
Well, what about ... ENJOY! ;)
It was perhaps all a dream?
felt my hand with a next to me. The bed was empty.
There was certainly someone who had risen recently.
crumpled the sheets were still on heat from the living body.
finally opened my eyes.
The room was fully illuminated by the sun, now high in the sky.
The hangover headache was the only sign that would let me support no doubt that last night was really existed and was not just a figment of my fertile imagination.
The room door was flung open, "Finally you woke up," he said, smiling.
What a night. I did not love so for months. In addition to beautiful was very liberating. Reunited with him was what I waited for months and finally had happened.
I reached Jordan in the kitchen. I had prepared the breakfast although both knew what was denied in cooking.
"White said," you put on weight or something? "He chuckled.
There was no need to mock my fitness. I already felt quite uncomfortable to wear my underwear that I once wore a glove and now I show my belly swollen.
I gave him a tongue and taken my share of pancakes.
*** Gustavo
While the pancakes which then were not even as bad as I expected it occurred to me how rude I had dismissed Matt the night before. I should call him today. But I was hoping that maybe, then, was simply forgotten and overlooked.
I was toying with the last piece of crumpet that I was left in the pot when the phone began to ring.
I got up from the table, while Jordan ended up eating his breakfast, and reached the cell.
flashes on the display name of my sister.
Cecilia and I had never been on good terms. We had grown but continues to live in a climate of rivalry that characterized our youth. I would not ever call if not for a serious reason.
This, in fact, frightened me.
If he had a personal problem, which was concerned at first, would certainly have asked for help to his hateful friends of tennis club and certainly not to me. Center without doubt our parents.
swallowing, and fear took possession of me.
"White said with his usual phone ringing on the other side" is a successful casino. And you're the only one who can help me. " *** When I
appurai explained the situation and that it was not our parents calmed me. I was still surprised. Never did I imagine it appeals to me for a similar problem. Or maybe, I had anticipated. Fixed as it was about what people think or say about you certainly could not wave to her friends (and consequently to the whole neighborhood) such delicate issues.
After explaining the situation quickly to Jordan (my sister told him only that he needed me), I dressed quickly and joined her at the bar, as agreed.
She was already seated at a table in the outdoor area, immaculate as always in his clothes. When I saw in the distance I waved my hand.
"So, are you really sure?" I asked her once sitting at the table.
She beckoned me to lower his voice, his face alarmed. Then he nodded.
"I did a pregnancy test twice," he whispered so softly that I was more easy to decipher the lip "I even counted the days, can not be that his" continued, this time with eyes low.
"But ... are you sure?" I asked. "Of course I'm sure," she said annoyed me in a tone a bit 'higher than before.
sighed.
Cecilia had always been very cautious in all his actions and I would have thought me more than her being in a similar situation.
"Ceci ... Paul will tell?" I asked while knowing the answer.
"Absolutely not," answered as planned, "not that stupid. We are experiencing a relationship crisis and knows how we do not have relationships. It would be like offering him my confession of treason on a silver platter. " ***
talked for a few hours without reaching any conclusions. Abortion was a possibility that Cecilia discarded from the outset. The only solution was to confess, confess that he was carrying the child of another man.
When I got home before it was almost time for dinner.
I was so upset by the news that Cecilia was pregnant by a man who was not her husband that I had almost forgotten about the sudden return of Jordan in my life.
front of the door I found Valentina. And I knew immediately that she had not come to congratulate me on my back with J.
"Now are you happy?" He asked with a grin. I was quite bewildered.
Contenta what? Jordan's return? Yes, enough to tell the truth. And it was precisely for this reason that I did not understand the roots of such hatred.
"Glad of what?" I asked, bewildered. By Valentina was not hindered in love choices (assuming, that his anger, depended on it).
"Glad to have thrown out a kick ass my brother from your own home just that pimp of your ex, which by the way you used to have a sex session, it was resubmitted," I said, sour.
Ah. That's why so much anger. He saw in me that she had used his brother until his heart broken but that he had not taken problems to throw it away, like an old rag, when the heart was reconstructed.
Although this vision was a bit 'tragic and hostile towards me, perhaps contained a minimum of truth.
I also understood that, probably, this outburst was more because she felt betrayed her as a friend (perhaps he was afraid that I could do the same thing with her that is put "aside" for a man) to defend the honor of brother.
I did not have time to answer that Valentina had slingshots the driveway of my house and had gone around the corner, cursing.
***
When I entered the house he knew that Valerie was right.
In my kitchen there was Jordan who was flirting with another.
The wall of certainty that I had built fell on me, without mercy, and I lay on the ground, helpless, with not even the strength to cry. ***
