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- I immediately showered and got
- dressed. I walked down the road and
- asked as many people as I could if
- they knew this beautiful goddess that
- stole my heart. Everyone I asked
- would not answer me yes or no. I
- found this very strange. I left it at
- that, came home got my car and drove
- into town. I bought some groceries
- and continued asking about the girl.
- I got the same no answer routine.
- When I got home I cooked a little
- dinner but I just couldnt get this
- girl off my mind. I ended up playing
- with my food then throwing it out. I
- tried reading but that didnt help
- either. I guess I was just tired. So
- I headed upstairs to go to sleep.
- I opened the door to my bedroom and
- there she was. Again nude, in front
- of the mirror, brushing her hair. I
- was so happy to see her. "Hey, you
- know you left without telling me your
- name." Again she turned her head
- slowly, cracked a small smile and
- said, "I want you Jonathan," in her
- whisper like voice. I was so
- enthralled with her beauty that I just
- took off my clothes faster than a fox
- being chased by foxhunters. She again
- led me to the bed and she layed me
- down. Just seeing her again was
- enough to get my rod instantly hard.
- Seeing my rod as hard as ever, she
- instinctively mounted it and began
- gyrating and pumping in rythmic
- ecstacy. Her snatch was so warm and
- tight. It almost had a life of its
- own. She bent foward. I arched foward
- also to taste her lucious nipples.
- Our bodies moved in rythmic unison to
- the beat of lust. I felt her snatch
- getting hotter than ever. I couldnt
- stand it any longer. I was going to
- explode again. I exploded, once again
- with tremendous force. I closed my
- eyes to enjoy the paradise. When I
- opened my eyes she was gone again.
- I quickly jumped out of bed and
- grabbed my robe. I went downstairs
- but she was no where to be found.
- I went back to my room thinking about
- nothing but her. I had to find out
- who she was. I awoke the next morning
- still puzzled at the events that had
- taken place the last couple of days.
- As I headed towards the kitchen I
- heard a slight creek of a door. The
- basement door was open. Maybe thats
- how she got in and out. I decided to
- investigate. I found a flashlight and
- went downstairs. Man it was dustier
- than the house was. A lot of old
- garbage down there. Against the wall
- I saw something covered with a
- blanket against a wall. I went
- towards it. I removed the blanket to
- find a portrait of no it cant be!
- It was her. The girl. The woman of my
- dreams. The label on the bottom of
- the painting said Maria De Santis.
- I quickly rushed upstairs put on some
- clothes and started the car. I raced
- into town like an insane maniac.
- I asked a policeman if he knew where
- the hall of records was for the town.
- He instructed me how to get there and
- I sped away. When I got there I asked
- the caretaker where the town records
- are kept. He showed me a section with
- several books dating back as far as
- the early 1600s. I went through the D
- s and low and hold I found what I was
- looking for. De Santis, Maria. 89
- Willow Rd. 1793 - 1810 . Mysteriously
- murdered. My hands trembled as I
- closed the book. I didnt know whether
- to believe what was happening to me
- or what. I found a local pub and sat
- alone for hours. I finally drove home
- about 9pm. I did not know whether I
- should go to my room or not. I was
- tired so I gave in. I walked up the
- stairs slower than I had ever before.
- I opened the door to my room and
- there she was. I dropped to my knees
- grabbed my face and cried like I
- never cried before. Why? Why is this
- happening to me? I removed my hands
- from face. She was gone.
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