We left Tower Brige at 7 pm, curiosly, it was rush hour, not 5, 7 pm it was. I did not activate the flying system. I wanted to remember the old times, were a red light was always caressing you in a way you elevate your temper and explode in anger. The traffic was obviously slow, everybody was exiting their job, or were turists returning to the hotel or going to the most popular pub. But, no, the traffic was slow because an accident ocured, three vans versus one double decker. My God, horrible accident.
The traffic was also slow because no policemen were conducting it, for God's sake, this is the first world, policemen are not affraid of rush hour traffic. But no, they rely entirely on the traffic lights, load of imbeciles. Well, in the rush, Red gived me a short but pasionfull french kiss. Told you she was lusty. Yes my friends, red lights everywhere, in the corner, in a brothel, in a sex shop, in a pub, in the back of all the cars stuck in the traffic, yes my friends, the symbol of the evening, a large conglomeration of red lights, simply beautfull, simply urban, very nice.
There were also red lights in the sky, some combat interceptors from the Supreme Army were flying over London in case a riot took place. That hour was also the ideal one to get extremely drunk. We stopped in Red Light District, haha, prostitutes everywhere, taking advantage of the slow traffic to catch some nice fish. Curiosly one of them knocked my window, it was my good high school friend Olivia Swanson. Yes, she was a prostitute, but still my friend. She lost all of her family in the Eugenic Wars of 2013, so, she liked sex and decided to become a prostitute. She respects me a lot, with passenger or not, she never fools around with me.
Hey girl, how is the job going? Never better Lucas, these massive traffic waves are making us rich, hahaha... Oh, hello Georgette, long time no see you girl... Olivia, i can not believe you are into this... Haha, i love red Georgie, i love passion, i love sex, besides, after the death of my entire family, i had no where else to go... OK, finally the traffic is flowing, nice seing you Olie, take care girl... Thanks Lucas, bye Georgie...
Well, the traffic kept slow, slow and slow my friends... Finally we reached the hospital to pay respects to the family of Mr. Longtheasrall, and to say a first goodbye to a dearest friend of my family and heroe of England's journalism. We stayed there like 10 minutes and then resumed our journey into the calm and slow flow of a river named traffic... At last, we reached Stamford Bridge and there was the huge condo building were my flat was.
I entered the bathroom... Made my necessities, when i came out, the normal bulbs were subtituted by red ones... Red huged my from behind and aproached her hand to my crotch... I knew what that meant... And also the red lights...
The traffic was also slow because no policemen were conducting it, for God's sake, this is the first world, policemen are not affraid of rush hour traffic. But no, they rely entirely on the traffic lights, load of imbeciles. Well, in the rush, Red gived me a short but pasionfull french kiss. Told you she was lusty. Yes my friends, red lights everywhere, in the corner, in a brothel, in a sex shop, in a pub, in the back of all the cars stuck in the traffic, yes my friends, the symbol of the evening, a large conglomeration of red lights, simply beautfull, simply urban, very nice.
There were also red lights in the sky, some combat interceptors from the Supreme Army were flying over London in case a riot took place. That hour was also the ideal one to get extremely drunk. We stopped in Red Light District, haha, prostitutes everywhere, taking advantage of the slow traffic to catch some nice fish. Curiosly one of them knocked my window, it was my good high school friend Olivia Swanson. Yes, she was a prostitute, but still my friend. She lost all of her family in the Eugenic Wars of 2013, so, she liked sex and decided to become a prostitute. She respects me a lot, with passenger or not, she never fools around with me.
Hey girl, how is the job going? Never better Lucas, these massive traffic waves are making us rich, hahaha... Oh, hello Georgette, long time no see you girl... Olivia, i can not believe you are into this... Haha, i love red Georgie, i love passion, i love sex, besides, after the death of my entire family, i had no where else to go... OK, finally the traffic is flowing, nice seing you Olie, take care girl... Thanks Lucas, bye Georgie...
Well, the traffic kept slow, slow and slow my friends... Finally we reached the hospital to pay respects to the family of Mr. Longtheasrall, and to say a first goodbye to a dearest friend of my family and heroe of England's journalism. We stayed there like 10 minutes and then resumed our journey into the calm and slow flow of a river named traffic... At last, we reached Stamford Bridge and there was the huge condo building were my flat was.
I entered the bathroom... Made my necessities, when i came out, the normal bulbs were subtituted by red ones... Red huged my from behind and aproached her hand to my crotch... I knew what that meant... And also the red lights...
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