the clock

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He had a look at the watch and moved towards the woman who was sitting close to the bar. Despite he was smiling, he was nervous and unconfident so he avoided looking her straight in the eyes. He put his hand on the bar and suddenly asked her if he could pay for her drink. He said: ‘Can I pay for your drink?’ She didn’t reply and thought: ‘My God, what a thickhead!’, but she didn’t reject the offer; after all, a free drink will be always better than an expensive one. The man stayed here and asked the waiter for a beer. ‘Hello’, I said. ‘My name is Thomas and I work for the IBM Company’. She began to smile but however he went on to tell her: ‘I work as a pilot in my free time’. She couldn’t stop laughing and lighted a cigarette. The Thomas’s eyes were irritated by the fume and he began to cough. ‘Sorry’, she said smiling. ‘Sorry, sorry’, he said annoyed, ‘Stop smoking, please’. She did it. The man looked the watch and saw ‘OK’ in the screen. He smiled. He had always been proud of it since he bought the watch long time ago in an exoteric black market. Since this moment, the device had been with the man and he had advised him in the hard situations of his life. He remembered the day when he took the entrance test in the asbestos factory: after putting it over the question the solution appears immediately in the screen. It was wonderful despite everything, despite the illness. He looked the watch again. The screen say ‘Go on’. He asked the waiter for the bill and paid by credit card, but the golden Visa didn’t get to impress her. He took the girl to the dance floor and they were dancing with a old-fashioned music that invited nostalgia. They felt their bodies cramped while were dancing; they breathed the same air and the same loneliness, the same long afternoons waiting for love or for sex. Soon after, they were two lovers in a strange honey moon, kissing each other and biting their lips desperately. The watch was beating the rhythm and they could ignore the sounds and the people. He closed his eyes and began to dream: he had known a marvellous woman in a pub and now he was making love. She opened the mouth and drank the hot wine from his body. Then she ripped his shirt with the teeth. Quietly the watch whispered something to them and suddenly they realized the reason of their lives, their past and their future in this room. A half-light let him see the body lying on the bed and he closed your eyes again. On the bed her body lied as she were a virgin; white, smooth and tasty. He smelt the skin anywhere and tried to penetrate her. But he couldn’t do it. Then he began to lick her legs slowly, once, twice, three times. Gradually she becomes more relaxed. An acid fluid flowed from her belly so he known she got ready and he tried again. His penis got into her with no pain and he began to move rhythmically. She started moving too. He felt her heart beating quickly and increased the rhythm. But the woman did the same. ‘My God, would she have kryptonite juice for breakfast?’ he thought. After ten minutes his breath became difficult; he opened the mouth but the air didn’t want to get in. Then he wanted to drop the rhythm but a strong pulse started hitting his wrist: the watch was command the situation and he couldn’t stop. Actually, the woman’s watch was giving orders to his, and now the watch was administering to him electric impulses more and more quickly, and more and more . . . Like the prayer mantis does, the girl was moving frenetically. At the moment the man died she began to cry just for pleasure and went on for hours because the man didn’t stop moving. March, 22th, 2008. 3º eoi, writing.

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