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Every single breath, Chapter 10



Booth became purple. From what
stern look was easy to see that his superior is not joking.
"Why do I say that?"
"I know how things are."
"So what?".
The door was left open and some people passing by turned abruptly recalled from high tone of his voice.
"I have to stay out, repeat. The boyfriend with whom daisies caught during the long trips to prison. The prosecutor at the preliminary hearing will come with a knife between his teeth. I do not know who the hell has granted the opportunity to let you see, the fact is that I have enough arguments to convince you to boycott the meeting. "
Hearing these words, even if there had been some reluctance on his part about it, Booth knew he wanted to review Emmerich.
at all costs.
"Are you threatening me?"
“Può giurarci!”
“E se la minacciassi io? So cosa pensa lei, cosa pensano tutti, per l’FBI sono un ridicolo finocchio che si è fatto abbindolare da un incantatore di serpenti assetato di sangue. Incontrerò Emmerich e, sicuramente, interrogherò Kelly.”
“Non sia ridicolo, Kelly è già stato interrogato, se non sbaglio proprio mentre lei era in vacanza.”
“La vacanza è finita, Capitano Ardich. E se non mi darà lei il permesso di interrogare quel bastardo, userò tutte le conoscenze che ho. Farò più rumore possibile. Io…”
“Non osi…”
“Quanto scalpore susciterebbe se si sapesse an undercover FBI agent lover of a murderess, details inside. What do you think? "
" It becomes more ridiculous than when it was not so far. In any case all this would cost a written report for the insubordination. "
" He's fine. "
" Then prepare to deliver distinctive, Booth. As long as you will not be resigned to return to the ranks do not give the truce. "
Ardic not joking. He wanted the head of Booth already before the dialogue. Emmerich had been for months, his partners may not be prudent of his trades? It even went to bed together! That thought disgusting made him sick.
Booth did not answer quell'ennesimo attack.
Be prepared to deliver the distinctive , he said bluntly. Those words still echoed in his mind.
But he was not gone soft. Threaten to unravel the relationship with the Profiler to the press was just a nice wood for a man in one piece as Ardic. A Republican, all the family, church and FBI could not even conceive of love between men. Let alone among his subordinates!
On the way into the corridor that led him to his office he met Caroline.
"Prosecutor, I ..."
"What I combine, Cherie? In these damn hallways that do not talk about your own sexual history with Emmerich, what is it? ".
Booth felt his eyes upon the woman. Was not judging, but demanded an explanation. It was also understandable. Probably she would be the prosecutor that he would give battle to Kelly and his undercover partner. The details were important.
"These corridors have heard too. Let's talk in my office. "
" Okay, beauty, well we finish this conversation in private. "

Ian Emmerich spent yet another afternoon in the infirmary. The same doctor on call was unable to prepare a report for the damage suffered by the prisoner.
"Wounds multiple body parts caused by a blunt object. "
" It's called a toothpick, "suggested the prisoner, in a choking voice, holding his belly in the grip of piercing thick, the words that say a lot about how he suffered.
"Accusation lower abdominal pain. Diarrhea. Anal bleeding. "
" Those bastards I have a toothpick stuck in the ass, write that! "
The doctor pulled up the nose. "It has already been expelled?"
"Fucking, no."
"In this case we have to take it off."
"I do not think we've tried it myself?".
The doctor had to put the gloves latex but Ian, providing another torture, he rose from the stretcher to return to his room.
"Where are you? Come back here! "
" prefer not to, you know: * the fisting is not my preferred sexual practice, informed him as he left.
Limping, he returned to his cell. He discovered that his roommate was gone. In its place was a Hispanic man tattooed from the feet up to his chin.
"Nice, Carlos." The newcomer offered his hand to shake.
"Do not recommend it," said Ian, sweating and trembling.
"You're sick, man?"
"do you think?" Jumped on the filthy mattress. There were splashes of blood everywhere, including bedding.
"What is this crap?" Asked another, referring to the bloodstains.
"Take no notice. The guards are not so taken with the suspected serial killer who kill mothers. "
" I did not know. Is that what you did? "
" It 's what I have done according to the prosecution. " A dense took his breath. "I have to go to the toilet! If not returned within ten minutes from the alarm! "
Carlos expectations that the other had been released. This time we had made.
"a stick? But it is absurd! And you let them to do? "
" And what choice I? If I defend my nose indictment for injury to the officer. It would be a good omen in view of the process. "
" Holy Christ, but where are you going to finish this step? Today, a toothpick, tomorrow a bite of rusty iron! "
Ian lay down again in his preferred position. The head and shoulders against the wall, legs slightly apart, feet dangling. He grinned: "At that point it would be difficult for them to believe that I have slipped from just one bite!"
The other smiled back.
They should initiate a dialogue between people forced to live together. With the His first mate was there was no possibility, given that it was a Saudi who
not utter a word of English!
"But you, why are you here?" Said Ian no genuine interest.
"Drug trafficking".
"Understood." Ian closed his eyes, he tried to relax on the bed. The dense
wound continued to be felt, but at least he had not hurt the stomach.

Caroline was not going to write a groomed to Booth but the dialogue was immediately like an altercation. As he felt for his unconditional love and respect, however, had a frog in his throat to pull out.
"What right I can not understand, my dear, not so much the fact that you tried to pull a man. After all who can be truly immune to the charms of transgression? ".
"I, at least until I met him ..."
"Exactly. The problem is he. I mean, could you explain how did you plagiarize that? A smart like you that you fooled by a serial killer? "
The agent's head pendant disappointed:" It is precisely this that does not come back. Prosecutor, I do not think that Emmerich is guilty of the charges that were leveled against him. "
" No? "
" And I'm not the only one. "
" A Who do you mean, beauty? "
" To another Profiler ...".

Temperance Brennan was feeling better.
The day after the failed abortion awoke regenerated. Not dizzy, he felt the acidity was not to call. Possible that the miracle was related to having accepted, although still partially, the fact that she is pregnant? Or he had just done so much good sex? Sex is always a wonderful panacea. If then with Booth is even more thought immodest but feeling happy.
ate waffles with maple syrup and coffee.
Everything else seemed light years away.
arrived right on time at the Jeffersonian. Angela also came shortly after.
"Baby, I thought I take a day off, at least for today."
"I do not believe it but I'm fine, I stopped hating the world and do not feel bad not to stand!"
"The psychological factor has much in this case. What made you sick was primarily the secret. Booth to keep it hidden. "
" The psychological factor but also because they are officially entered in the second trimester of pregnancy. At this stage the discomfort may be diminished and, in some cases, disappear altogether. "
" I would not do spoilers but do not think that from now on will be roses and flowers. The daughter of my neighbor's house during the last few months her feet were so swollen from being forced out in slippers "
" What are you talking of pregnancy? "Said Hodgins reaching them. Instantly the two accomplices
became wary and diverted the conversation elsewhere. Just then, Angela remembered that the Jeffersonian was also a workplace.
"Honey, I was able to reconstruct the face of the skeleton in the wall."
"Good. It was time returned to work. "
all'Angelator They went in front, the three-dimensional computer patented by Angela.
The face of man, about forty years, was reconstructed through thousands and thousands of pixels from top to bottom. More characters were revealed, the more the color of Brennan was cadaverous.
"Oh God, I can not believe it!", He gave up a step by loss.
"What happened? You know him? ". The Montenegro was surprised by that reaction.
"It's him!"
"Who?"
"anesthesia. The man who convinced me not to abort! "

* The fisting, English" fist "is a fist extreme sexual practice which involves introducing the entire hand into the rectum

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This is the chronicle by States (Corriere della Sera on July 24, 2009, p.. 33 nationally):


This is the news from Lecce (Corriere della Sera on July 24, 2009, local pages):

This Journal of the South is 24 July 2009:

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Every single breath Chapter 9


After yet another orgasm the two lovers seemed to calm down a bit '.
"It will not hurt the baby?" Asked the worried man. What you remember a bit 'late?
"But it's so good to his mom," she said, still shaken by the breath.
"I mean: these contractions could not foster true contractions?"
"I see that you are informed."
"I am the father."
"Not all fathers are concerned about this."
"I do. He's your son, Bones, but it is also mine. It is our son. "
" We do not speak of him in those terms. "He became serious.
“Perché? Godiamoci questo momento, no? Dopo tutto ce lo meritiamo!”
“Già. E magari possiamo anche fingere che tu non stia più pensando a Emmerich, giusto?”. Booth si tirò su a sedere. Cercò con gli occhi qualcosa con cui coprirsi.
“Sto facendo di tutto per mettere in chiaro la mia posizione. Ce la sto davvero mettendo tutta.”
“Ma non è detto che tu ci riesca. Se c’è una cosa che ho capito dell’amore è che non si può imbavagliare, non è una scelta.”
“Certo, ma si può scegliere di essere felici e di non complicarsi la vita”, rispose lui.
“Complicarsi la vita temo sia insito fall in love itself, is not it? "she asked, trying to lighten the tone. But the face of the agent continued to be too serious.
"What?"
"Tomorrow I will meet Ian."
"Ah" cold shower. Almost frozen. Almost ...
"A lawyer who is working on he requested it. This will not appeal to Ardic. "
" And you? "
" Bones, what do you think? I'm terrified, more: terrified! But I can not draw back. Nor do I want it ... Ian needs me. "
" I understand that. "
" No, Bones. Wait a minute: you'll believe that I'm doing it for the thirst for justice, or because I want to give opportunity to a friend of his defense. No. It would be easy for me but it does not. "
" You do it because you feel so much more for him. "She saw him close his eyes. It was painful to admit. But, anyway, not hated. He had not forgotten. He was there, trapped somewhere, like a bullet between the sternum and the heart. Diagnosis: inoperable.
"I used to think that you could love two people at once and my head is still so. But in my heart ... my heart ... and even if I want more than ever in a stable relationship with you I can not lie. "
" The Your heart is so great to have space for two people? "
" No, that is the problem. It is not. So I'm so bad. "
Balle. She wanted to scream her. He wanted to have the strength of Jane Brennan soldier he once was and that the child seemed to have completely absorbed. Maybe he needed to grow. The old Temperance Brennan would have thrown out of the house with all the jewelry in the wind. But the current feeling nothing in the face of that difficulty in Booth. And the sincerity with which he had confessed to what was going on the displaced further.
"Sooner or later you will be able to handle everything. But I will not be here waiting, you know? "
"Do not you ever ask him!"
"But right now there are and I say ok. It all happened suddenly, the beginning of our history, the attraction to Emmerich. But there will come a time where you have to deal with everything. Did you know? "
" You are wise ... Bones. " Booth was genuinely surprised.
"By dint of listening to sermons by Angela I'm learning something too."
"And also pretty good." He looked forward to a corner of his neck. It was lit by the dim light of a lamp post beside the sofa. He decided he could not refrain from kissing him.
"Today was beautiful," he confessed while his mouth went back to his right ear.
"Tell the truth: you were afraid of not succeeding."
"Negative. Never had any doubts about it. "
" Maybe you're right, maybe I was afraid of not being up to it. "
He looked surprised:" But what the hell are you talking about? Who should not be up to? "
" As a male lover. Maybe he knows that I do things I did not even dream. "
Booth was embarrassed. Unfortunately, the procession of erotic images that he hoped eventually to remove, return. The arms of Ian was good, maybe it was the opposite!
"You can not make comparisons, however, does not seem the case bring up this story. "
" Put yourself in my shoes, Booth. If I had made love with a woman you now do not you feel a bit 'awkward? ".
"No, I'm absolutely certain you have the means necessary for you to enjoy more than any female in the world."
"A yes? What does this mean exactly: that men, in your opinion, are better in bed or that I should show off more quality than any other man in the world? ".
"What are you saying? I do not understand anything. " Booth was confused. The first
childish bickering after a long time. Should have been happy. But continued to feel threatened by that subject.
"What I mean is that maybe, just because 'man', he has the physical potential to make you feel more pleasure."
"Why did you put this thing on his head? You are absolutely at the pleasure of giving me everything I need. "
" Do not turn around, you tell me! "
" Bones, stop doing the little girl. You are about to become a mother, do not behave like immature. "
" And you do not beat around the bush. " She pointed the finger at him, her bare shoulder. "Now tell me who made you enjoy more to read: me or Ian?".
Startled by the question, man, the agent and the alpha male in him that there were literally a stone remained. A rescue
Booth was the ring of the phone.
"I do not want to run away, I hope!"
"You work, I'm not running away." With his right hand opened the phone. "Booth said. Temperance kept him with the air of those who thought 'you're wrong if you think it ends here'.
"I understood everything, coming immediately."
"Do not let go until ..."
"Bones, is important. The captain wants to talk. "
" You're going to work? I thought today would have deserted the office. "
" I thought so too, "said pulling on his pants.
"Before you leave you have to answer to my question."
"You really are ...." He approached her and hugged her. "... A most stubborn."
She said the hug. "Your captain will wait long if you do not answer ..."
"Ok I'll tell you. If Ian had made me this question, I would not hesitate to say that I prefer to do it with a woman. With you ever ... "
" So? "
" ... because he would have laughed. While as you are concerned it is imperative that says 'you is more beautiful with you' because you need to know that your man, after all, is completely man. "
" So what? Come to the point. Me or him? "
" They are two completely different feelings, "he mumbled putting on the rest of your clothes at great speed.
"I did not get away with this rispostaccia diplomatic, I hope?"
"No, not a diplomatic answer. You are absolutely the best among all the women with whom I was. While Ian is the only man who has permission to touch me. So ... "
" So ...? " At that point the agent was with one foot out the door.
"happy with this."
whizzing down the stairs while she continued to shout back.

Out had not stopped raining. Booth continued to giggle thinking about how he could really get away without answering. Bones'll be losing my mind, I'm sure! He thought. He could never, even under torture, with Emmerich to admit that sexual pleasure was something unthinkable! Comparable to nothing. But from a certain point of view was right not to be able to compare. Sleeping with the profiler is not the real Booth had been but a different man entirely. A man capable of breaking all patterns, to break down the barriers that had hoisted for years. Strangely, he felt comfortable with him since the early moments. The desire to possess that Ian had seemed so genuine and sweet. And when he had touched right there, just where no one else was allowed before (even the women had been reluctant to that kind of confidence), it had seemed so natural. Emmerich, between the serious and the facetious, had repeatedly stressed his desire to do so. For Booth, straight from head to toe and beyond, was so out of the question as to appear ridiculous! Instead, the impossible had happened.
Booth remembered the excruciating pain. But the constancy of Ian, to cease and then try again, without never tread in the hand and using all the possible touch, had made the union more than a concrete possibility, allowing him to discover a new way of defining the word 'together'. And the agreement was in full bloom accordingly. Those memories should have been scared to death, but he felt a sort of absolute tenderness, as when there is a smell of the past. Retained faint images of those moments of intimacy, as if it were a period film. Unclear, but of rare beauty. Perhaps Ian test what I'm trying every time I think back to our last night. He clenched his fists. But if you are a ruthless killer of mothers and you were with me in spite of everything ... had to try not to even consider that hypothesis. For now preferred to follow the advice of Sweets. Do not think of Ian the murderess, she thinks of him as the person who made you fall in love , so advised him during their first session. Between reflection and the other arrived outside the office of captain. The door was open. Knocked to reveal its presence.
"Here I am," he said, crossing his eyes of his superior
"Try to stay out of it, Booth. Or do you regret being born. "

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Dall'interessantissimo eddyburg.it , the "portal" by Edoardo Salzano of Urban Planning, politics and society , I point out:

Urban legend. The Old Town (not) (more) a common good.
Author: Corazza, Stefano

Get the protection of historic centers was an important victory that the current form of commercialization of social life is dismantling. A speech written for eddyburg

It was not easy to keep and re-affirm the idea of \u200b\u200bthe historical center as a common good, both in culture and economic, against any post-war ownership by the private interests of particular groups were large banks or real estate or range of interests trade. And despite the fact that Ricardo had already been identified in all of the actions of individual aggregates within the city the determinant of the different value of urban land than the surrounding agricultural and despite the value of the custody of a collective imagination was layered over time to recognized by historians and city planners and implicit in the culture of its inhabitants in the same behavior "Relational" in which streets, squares and buildings were used.

bears witness to the difficulties that the early 70's Pierluigi Cervellati tried in Bologna and in part created what remains one of the most daring and innovative urban Italian and that is the recovery of pieces of the historical city is in the sense that socio-cultural construction away from the inevitable result of a poor physical and / or functional together with the expulsion of the weaker from the heart of the city. Operation that viewed through the eyes of today is even more meritorious and "political" because it is capable of upholding the right of citizens not to be deprived of a good that their very presence helped to determine the "value".

I remember well, then I was a student of the Faculty, the scandal which was founded by prof. Piero Sanpaolesi Professor of Restoration of Monuments in the Faculty of Architecture of Florence and its Dean, the proposal made by the committees of the student movement to take a lesson on the theme of "Restoration / recovery of old towns" that seemed to spread as the theme from Bologna found in all historic cities.

That operation was followed and imitated more or less successful even beyond national borders and also met some If a certain continuity of action by the institutions of some small, medium and large Italian cities, but the social and political push for the preservation of the common good center went out gradually, not without some have known moments of real glory as in the case of the net prevalence of supporters of the closure to vehicular traffic in the historic center / referendums in Bologna, and this occurs against a coalition of business interests and real estate and private self-interest. Sure ephemeral glory is not enough to convince the city government deal with it "giving in", literally, the field to those who had lost the referendum, both in the sense of adopting the point of view of increasingly leave only to those interests and their holders the opportunity to have some part on decisions.

Bolognese comes from the story a story almost paradigmatic of the gradual dispossession of the urban societies their center as a meeting place for discussion, social relationships with others and delivered to the main function of consumption in the ways and the schedule determined by the economic interests of traders gradually affermantisi and / or imposed on any other common interest. Parable that there has also produced a Mayor (Guazzaloca) "industry" but everywhere besides cultural and political consequences even planning relevant.

spaces inland squares made available to any demonstration of commercial value, the triumph of dehors without rules or space (pedestrian crossings through compromised spaces) or aesthetic (visual end of perspectives, use of facilities and material incongruous with the context) or environmental (waste of energy and materials), the scaffolding of the construction in progress or become huge billboards advertising screens. The sale of heritage buildings to private or even public parks and even the union ordinances prohibiting parking of people on steps, benches, plazas

And yet, the space of streets and squares finally won the car in motion or stationary for the benefit of a few (who buys the privilege of living in the center also buys the privilege of parking under the house!?) and to the detriment of pedestrians and the opportunity to use a "slow "," free "," ecstatic "and" sustainable. " Recorded in Tokyo and Kyoto, the car can be parked in the center only in private spaces.

Not only the public space of the old town is alienated for private use in various ways: use of concessions, parking fee, selling advertising space etc, but even in the most recent developments in traffic policies (Sirius, Congestion Charge and the like) will be seeking new forms in the " enclosure" of a "common " (intangible technological barriers have replaced the fences and hedges) sell the right of access to those who have the ability to buy

Slowly the common good owned by the urban community and available to everyone to use and enjoy often together, has become an area of \u200b\u200bcontainer goods to be consumed in an individual and discriminated against. The move away from the center of the space where you could eat the murder of an alternative cultural production and self-managed (community centers and open spaces), or even practice how to dress "different" (squats or EC) has been generalized to complement the action of the urban authorities.

I do not know where it was coined for the first time the taxon with characteristics which are now above the historical towns in Tuscany and Emilia: "Nature Center" is common on signs, maps and brochures production institutional San Quirico d 'Orcia, Pienza, Vignola and Reggio Emilia, just to exemplify. Of course the inventive advertising used by the left (?) Governing those lands to recreate for the "restless swarm" (as defined by Z. Bauman) of consumers who have the same appeal as hypermarkets and outlets of the city, turning the Old Town Mall in Nature, shows a certain convergence with the mercantile ideology that promotes the right of center in the city he governed ..

So says the appeal against the closure of a COX 18 Milanese space animated by Primo Moroni: "The same old town from the gallery of ideas and a meeting has been gradually transformed into a place for only the affluent consumer to Featured decorated with bows of fashion "(the poster 29/01/2009 page20).

The destruction of a shared imagination that saw the center as a common good is consumed so in a bipartisan silence broken by rare and faint voices. For inscription could use the word appended by "criminal hand" just in Milan on a prohibition of access to the ecopass:

"RESTRICTED ZONE A THOUGHT". (M. Philopat, First love. The heretic heart of Milan, in the manifesto cited)

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The Spring concert was the social event par excellence a New York almeno per quanto concerneva la musica classica.
William ci mise tutto se stesso per apparire decente. Il giorno prima andò a far visita al suo coiffeur di fiducia. Ben Logan lavorava in un vero e proprio centro benessere. Si conoscevano da quando entrambi studenti alla Columbia si spuntavano i capelli a vicenda. Per l’uno rimase un poco costruttivo hobby, per l’altro divenne una professione. L’accompagnò Stacy, che poteva finalmente usufruire d’un giorno di riposo.
“Come va con Victim? Continuate a menarvelo a chilometri di distanza?”
William rispose sorridendo estasiato. “Se lui fosse vero Stacy, credimi, sarebbe il mio uomo ideale!”
“Ma lui è vero” rispose fermandosi di colpo. Spingeva il passeggino attraversando una Park Avenue scoppiettante di persone e di colori. In primavera New York tornava quella di sempre. Gente di fretta verso i posti di lavoro, turisti, barboni e venditori ambulanti. Tutto come qualche anno prima; come se l’attacco alle torri fosse parte di una leggenda metropolitana.
“Lui esiste, Will, che tu ci creda o no qualcuno dall’altra parte, c’è!”
“Non vuole farsi vedere, non mi chiede il numero di telefono, né un appuntamento.”
“Timidezza.”
“Timidezza? I timidi sono brutti. È brutto.”
“Heath è timido. E lui non è brutto.” Il cuore William paused for a moment. Stacy was named the unnamable.
"I'm sorry, I should not pull in dance so lightly."
"Never mind" but became sad as he said and his eyes sparkle as they returned to the first four months.
"Sometimes I miss a casino. And I thank God that dormissimo not always together. "
" You can have all the men want, because thinking about that nasty fag? "
" Then I ask myself, is happy now? With her new boyfriend. Or I'll be doing? Has eaten one of those bad place type bars? "Took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the only eye wet.
"It's a piece of shit, not worth your tears."
"I know, but my heart is still not convinced. And then I treated you badly. We should have let more civilians while, my fault, it's over like a Greek tragedy. "
They continued to walk quickly, Vanilla had begun to rumble toward the bottle filled with water.
arrived in front of the spa.
"I do a tour. Call me when you're done. "
" Ok "he said trying to return to calm. The waiting for a social event at which he was preparing for weeks, the only option was to take care of the look and then everything would be perfect.
The former school friend took him, embracing him. "Will, you're as fit as ever, what are you doing here?"
"Look better, do not you see I dull? And the hair? So long are ungovernable "
" The hedgehog on you is fine. I know men who kicked in the jewels would kill to have hair like that. "
" peeled Pathetic "he said sarcastically.
"Leave it to me. As for the facial will take care of Gabriel, "a smiling girl with clear Hispanic accommodate William did in his cubicle. He pointed to the chair to lie down.
The treatment lasted about an hour, after which he was invited a fare un lampada sebbene il parere contrario di Ben. A lui il colorito pallido sembrava addirittura sexy! Una volta che fu il suo turno si diede da fare spettinandolo e andando a togliere solo le doppie punte. Quando Stacy lo vide rimase ad occhi sbarrati.
“Mio Dio, oh mio Dio, sei uno schianto! Dimmi quanto costa, devo assolutamente fare quello che hai fatto tu!”
“Non saranno troppo lunghi i capelli?”
“Sono favolosi. Sei favoloso!” camminarono per diversi isolati fino all’ora di pranzo


Il biglietto del concerto attendava da tre settimane oramai. Era celato dietro un portaritratti raffigurante suo padre e sua madre il giorno delle nozze. Quella foto era stata scattata il diciassette maggio del millenovecentosessantasei. Liam era affezionato a quell’effige. Ogni volta che li guardava, così giovani e autenticamente innamorati, il suo cuore si scaldava.
Voleva William McCarthy, conoscerlo quanto meno. Sapeva che aveva un ragazzo, sapeva che si era preso una pausa a causa di un infortunio. Erano mesi che ci pensava, da quella maledetta sera della cena di beneficenza. Aveva perso Jake, ma aveva conosciuto William. Se fosse un segno del destino non lo sapeva, l’unica cosa di cui era certo che avrebbe fatto l’impossibile per avvicinarsi a lui. Magari solo per fargli i complimenti del caso. Sospirò. Mancavano oltre tre ore. Poteva anticipare. Magari avrebbe trovato il modo per assistere alle prove pagando a lavish tip. He thought. He decided he might as well groped.
He made a nice shower, shave. Cared very much the look by choosing a white shirt and a blue striped dress Yves Saint Laurent he had bought in Paris a year earlier. The charm was a particularly now that he had lost a few pounds. He was with one foot out the door when they appeared before him Jake.
"WOW, I repeat: MEGAWOW! Where are you going all dressed up? "
" Jake ... what are you doing here? "
" Sorry if I did not warn but Heath is working on a spot. It has for long so I thought that we could be together tonight ... "
" I can not. "
" I leave you? " pouted. An irresistible pout. The rationale for Liam did somersaults to keep at bay all the hormones going crazy and go crazy. Testosterone levels exceeded warning. He was succumbing. So much for good intentions. blinked and I yield like a puppet! "Only an hour. No more. I do not want to be late. "
" enough for me. "Login. Jake hugged him. Within two seconds his lips were found.
"Love ..." gasped the unexpected guest.
"Jake ... Christ "the hand clung to the erection of the gynecologist.
"How much of God" uttered with a smile.
moved away from corridoio allacciati per poi arrivare al divano, teatro negli ultimi tempi dei loro, sempre meno casti, approcci sessuali. Jake non sapeva quello che voleva da Liam ma il suo corpo sì. E non voleva smettere di baciarlo, non voleva smettere di vivere quel momento, di goderselo appieno. Come sempre se ne sarebbe fregato dei sensi di colpa, come quando tradiva Liam, come ora che faceva lo stesso a Heath.
Una volta fatto sedere sul sofà, Jake liberò la turgidità che da qualche minuto coccolava.
Fece scivolare i pantaloni fino ai polpacci. Si chinò per baciare la pancia. Baci brevi alternati a più lunghi, a succhiate vigorose.
“Doccia troppo recente. Mi piace quando sei un po’ sudato, il tuo sapore è more authentic "revealed before moving her mouth on her crotch.
"Oh," Liam gasped as the tip of her sex licking the lips.
was one of the blowjobs of their shorter history. In a few minutes, filled his mouth with hot liquid.
"Maybe I should put less heat," Jake told wiping his lips with his fingers.
"No, it was perfect. Also because I did not know how long. "
" What concert? Do not tell me that classical music! To you is not never liked classical music! "
" You change, baby. "Tie up your pants. In response, Jake began to take off her.
"Jake ..."
"This time I just need to give, baby" was on him. It was not long before Liam returned to the excitement of the blood to drain to the south. The purpose
long. Vehemently. With passion. She reminded him that he loved her. What was missing. The other confirmed that she loved him well, stating, however, that he also loved Heath and he was all fantastic.
For a couple of hours at least Liam did not think of nothing more than to give pleasure to Jake, to make him moan with pleasure that, to enjoy it in its time. His body, his soul, his wet eyelashes, her ecstatic cries. How nice to hear again that his home be filled with joy! And to hear back quiver around his body.
Both lost the number of orgasms achieved. It was not their record, but after four months of abstinence only filled kisses and various sublimation, was to be expected flash back like that.
While licking each other like cats each other's moods, Liam was shaken by a memory: "My God, Jake, the concert. Fuck! "Suddenly remembered that that evening had to do something that was not really wild sex with his ex! Jake turned away sleepy. Within half an hour, Liam Spancer was in front of the Metropolitan Opera.
A valet stopped him: "I'm sorry, the last break is over five minutes ago, you can not enter during the concert. "
" Please ... "
" I'm really sorry, "the guy with a funny red hat, was adamant. The late man tried to bribe him with a generous tip. Eventually the young man is released.
"If you want to follow the remaining minutes walk from the back. But not here. I do not want trouble. "He pocketed the money and pointed to as pitting.
Liam overcame a number of barriers before they can hear the music. More advanced than the felt close. Until I became a hubbub of various violins and clarinets. Deduced that the tip of the valet was right. He had thrown five hundred U.S. dollars! Pushed aside a heavy curtain e riuscì a scorgere l’intera orchestra. Allungò il collo per arrivare a guardare anche il resto. Il motivo per il quale era là, in mezzo alla polvere, al baccano. Con il cuore in gola lo trovò. Il direttore d’orchestra più bello e più carismatico che si potesse trovare sulla faccia della terra. I suoi occhi brillarono. “Will...” sussurrò in preda ad un’emozione violenta. La parentesi di poco prima con Jake sembrava così prosaica al confronto di quello che provava in quel momento. E per un attimo si sentì bene, bene come da un po’ di tempo si sentiva solo con... hot spot 69. C’era davvero un filo invisibile che legava quei due. Il concertista biondo, elegante e bellissimo, the performances and sculptural body dry. He did not know they were the same person but there was something chemical, alchemical, just told him something rational.


William was brilliant. After all he had missed the stage, the music, the thrill of the concert! Happy as never before found himself in his dressing room surrounded by flowers. He relaxed on a bench between a basket full of roses and a bouquet of camellias. He thought the concert was not anything wrong despite the fear. It was a kind of debut. Then, towards the end something had happened that had not understood. Again the feeling that 'Angel' was near. It was a dream world that was made flesh and blood, or his subconscious was trying to perceive the mysterious presence to get better? He tried not to think about it. They knocked on the door. A servant peeped his head.
"There are checks for Mr. McCarthy."
It readjusts for a moment before saying: "Sure."
Erika Stacy and embraced him warmly. The first black woman then the plumper.
"Girls, do not let me go to their head! I've only done my duty dirt. "
Pure great, I would say," Stacy concluded kneeling over him. Vanilla had left for a new gay friend. Someone who, never, never would replace Heath in his heart but he might as well give us a cut and move on.
"My little girl is good hands? "
" if the star Brent spupazzando the large although it is likely that this time it collapsed. "All three went out to go to dinner. It was a beautiful evening in May. The winter was now past. William thought the bad weather even if his heart would stop sooner or later the thunder and lightning. He wanted to come back to the summer heat to warm the heart as before. Heath was gone. The man seemed to come from to chat with an imaginary world. Patience, if nothing else, I stopped hanging out saunas and bad place for that stack. He considered feeling wise.
As he walked towards the car along with two friends, a warm voice and the male made him turn.
"William!" Shouted the voice. Immediately after a figure from a distance. And another voice, this time threatening.
"Finally I caught you, now I'll show you!" He said.
Liam tried to struggle. But the bodyguard was nervous and inclined to fight. He had found behind the stage and berated with insults and bad words. Liam had managed to sneak away, hoping to recover in time for his idol when he left the dressing rooms. He waited on the sidelines opposite the main entrance, but nothing, its William was not with the other artists. Around midnight he had finally found. But the bodyguard wanted to spoil the party by securing a lesson that did lose their appetite for ever to sneak!
William did not understand. The two women were forbidden. The men, about ten meters from them, if they gave her a thrashing.
"But always see sexy male testosterone that if all the damage," said Erika. The other one said. William was distraught. Again, the presence of Angel. But this time it was so close to Forvo.
I'm getting really mad? Yet it is a life that does not do drugs! Angel, I feel you ... I feel that you're here. Never before, if you exclude the feast in which he had 'met' the first time he had felt so close.
"Girls you go, I'll join you later. "
" And look not back here, understand? "Berco deal before the big man another kick.
Liam was lily-tanned. From one nostril was bleeding, felt every bone ankylosed. It's also hurt his head.
"You okay man?" Said Liam nodded. He rose from the ground, wiping dust from his trousers. He looked up and saw him ... was William. His heart began to gallop. He swallowed. Since I was not feeling well? Probably he was young and found himself alone with a man.
God as it is beautiful, up close it's even more ... does not even seem human. Thought vibrating. William had also
deal with a number of disturbing emotions. This stranger was literally the sexiest man she had ever seen in his entire life. Both rhythms were worthy of a trip to the hospital for tachycardia. They looked a long time. So, for minutes that slowly passed.
finally broke the silence.
"Why this man has beaten you?"
"... Ehm I'm late. So I thought to slip through the scenes. "
" You and you had pocketed the ticket? "That funny guy, he considered. Smiled. Liam wondered if he should appear.
"Liam Spancer" and held out his big hand.
"William ..."
"I know your name. In truth I am here for you, "he admitted shyly. He looked down.
"Moreover," the conductor blushed. Maybe he was dreaming. A dream that would have certainly resulted in a wet dream. Why did a man so sexy the court? Some things happen only in erotic dreams, Will. And then a stranger, maybe a sadistic madman who wants to cut your fingers! consider. After the latest misadventures had started to fear the worst. Always.
Never be complacent. "I expect some friends for dinner."
"Go ahead. And sorry. "
" But I figured. It was a pleasure, Liam right? "
" Yes. I hope that recapitalization. "
" Take cazzottoni in the face? "
" See You. "William shuddered. It was him, he was certain.
"Thanks ..."
"Thee ...".

Hematoma More Condition_treatment

Chapter 14, Chapter 13



Warring! NC17 detailed situations of violence. Eroticism.

Jake went to Liam's house to take some of his things. Not all though. He had strategically decided not to release his part in the cabinet room. He wanted a way to leave a trace behind, even for those who would come later. Or wanted to keep the possibility a return? She considered that her ex was in office. He found instead in the small computer room. Naked from the waist down and with his penis in his hand. If it were not for the fact that their relationship was still sufficiently alive would have been a very embarrassing situation.
"I prefer not to make you see my face. Believe it or not, I'm a star, "wrote William.
"I knew you were a star" ridiculed, "let me see everything else" Victim claims in no uncertain terms. The blond settled the camera down. He put it into operation. He unbuttoned his pants and got ready for the show. It was quite an exhibitionist to feel flattered. Compliments not long in coming.
"You're a crash, what else to say ..." salivation Liam had cleared. Those sculpted abs looked sharp despite the link is not the best. The light blonde hair surmounted the genitals. An erect penis and well-turned dominated under the fluff. He was literally drooling in front of Hot Spot 69. It was no longer able to restrain himself. After all, Jake, his companion for a lifetime, was taking home with another, why the hell would have to stay? He took the sex in his hand. We played a bit 'before you start pumping in earnest. On the other side of the screen appeared a similar scene. Appeared shortly after Jake.
"Good idea, much better work, "said grinning. Liam reluctantly stopped doing what he was doing. He wrote: "Forgive me, I have to pull off." Disappointed
other side of the screen Will snorted. He was excited, terribly excited, his angel flew away. Patience. He would Ribecco soon. For the first time in the output stage of Heath felt ... if not exactly happy, serene. Hunger came suddenly. He decided he could wait in the freezer ready meals. And the vampire in him to risk contact with the sun shining. called Bella Napoli and demanded a time table though.


Jake was coming out of the scene, but was doing it with style. Even if someone could call it cunning. As soon as he could find a free moment, he came from Liam. The excuse was always the same: he had forgotten his passport. The fishing rod (when did he catch?) A CD of Verve. Everything was fine. If the landlord was not him it was sitting in his favorite chair or on a walk was tapirouland. Never put your nose in the pc knew that off and password protected. Almost certainly had changed to protect his privacy.
surprise during masturbation had left him nothing short of thrilled. That was not him. Yet it happened. They had joked a bit 'above. Then he had no more spoken. When they were together and joked and talked, embracing each other in silence. Often in the dark. Sometimes Jake lost a few tears. Liam picks it up and took him into her mouth.
"I have a desire to make you love that you say ... "The older man told during a banquet like that. They were so close that you could not tell where it ended the body of one and the other's began.
"That's not why I'm here, you know ... "
" Yeah ... I'd love to know because then you're here. "
" You are my love, Liam. Are you my father, my brother, even my son! Since I can remember you're a part of my life. You are essence of me. How could I give it to me? "
" Then stay. Let's do it until dawn. Like the first time. Do you remember? "Jake smiled in the dark.
"The first time was exceptional. But you were also much younger. And I enjoyed teaching. "Liam smiled placidly. The images that passed through his mind was pure joy. Despite being incredibly erotic (the immature ass Jake still tormented him in dreams) Serbia rather than a love, a devotion, a miracle. Their story was a miracle. After all were the same. If screwing up his eyes came back to see the teacher and pupil intent in their sexual adventures. Jake was still beautiful.
"I go, I Heath promised that I would be busy painting the apartment. "
" You paint? "Liam was amazed.
"If I find the time, yes."
"I do not think that sooner or later your new boyfriend will find fault with these daily visits to your ex?"
"I hope not" slipped himself from smiling. He rearranged the erection. It was painful and enjoyable at the same time.
They said goodbye after a long kiss. A long kiss with tongue and saliva. A long chaste kiss at all.


about a month and a half he neither saw nor William Heath or a score. Stacy felt every day. Often they met in bar Tracks or lunch from Mcdonad's. The only relationship he had with his work were connected to the phone with Erika and fleeting appearances on the blog dedicated to him which ensured his return to the great gig in the spring. The official excuse for this departure from the scene was tendinitis. The most popular when the working tool is your hands.
continued to attend at night, not every night, not always getting to the point, the back rooms of gay porn shop or cease the disc. But when he entered into his life Angel, Victim, or rather for love, his was a search. In those places trying to corroborate the picture that he showed off to hide. His Angel did not buy any cam. Instead he continuava a dar sfoggio del suo bellissimo corpo, ma non del viso. Quello non l’avrebbe mostrato mai. Dopo tutto era davvero un personaggio pubblico. Cosa sarebbe successo se qualcuno avesse fatto impunemente circolare le immagini di lui intendo a titillarsi il suo punto speciale con quello o quell’altro oggetto del piacere?
Più il rapporto virtuale si faceva audace meno sentiva l’esigenza di rimorchiare altri uomini. Certo, quelle sere in cui la lucina che segnalava la presenza di Angel non si accendeva, William era per forza di cose costretto ad uscire per andare a caccia. Come un vampiro che si nutre di sangue per sopravvivere, la sua linfa vitale era nei testicoli di nerboruti sconosciuti.
La sera che Liam e Jake tornarono ad avere a sexual approach, nothing particularly pushed too passionate a kiss, a vigorous rubbing of the sexes through the tissue, Will went out to find her angel in the pants of this or that.
That night he chose a sauna that he liked very young. Do not even remember that he still has the card. The Man Asian origins clear urged him to renew it.
"I must apologize, I do not come here from millenovecentonovantatre"
The other smiled. Probably not speak his language properly too. Was passed through a metal rod similar to the meter. She did not remember that there was no such thing fifteen years ago. The corridor divided six cabine. I fumi della sauna uscivano da sotto la porta di vetri fumé. Nonostante fossero offuscati si intuiva cosa stesse succedendo. Lo si intuiva soprattutto dal sonoro. I gemiti di piacere erano uno stuzzicante benvenuto per Will.
Entrò nello spogliatoio, una volta nudo come un verme si diresse nella quarta stanza sulla sinistra. Era dannatamente caldo. Bagnò con dell’acqua il marmo sperando che oltre al fumo generasse un po’ di refrigerio. Si domandò se sarebbe stato in grado di scopare malgrado i settanta gradi! Quando ero giovane non me li ponevo tutti questi problemi, rifletté.
Dopo una decina di minuti ricevette una visita. Era un giovane uomo, addirittura belloccio e piuttosto in forma. Nonostante l’incipiente Will too many tattoos and baldness decided that it was a kind attractive. They did not say anything for a good five minutes. Then the stranger began to masturbate. This also gave way to William. It was like cam with the difference that, if desired, could be touched. But not everyone is touched. For many of those watching was just the rule. After all, the specter of AIDS was not done with some care. Will not have hoped to make the first move. But the other continued to look and nothing else. It'll be a bonus. he thought. He stood with his back to the man. He bent to ninety degrees. With hands spread apart a little buttocks. Swinging the pelvis in a highly erotic dance.
Take, prendimi, prendimi Angel. Pensò. Poi, senza preavviso, un dolore lancinante alla testa. L’uomo lo prese per il collo e lo sbatté con veemenza sul muro. Per qualche attimo William perse conoscenza. Quando si svegliò l’altro lo stava scopando di santa ragione. Ma la cosa strana era che non provava niente. Era come se non fosse lì ma a casa sua, magari dormendo. Poi lentamente le cose presero forma.
“Finocchio, bastardo, rotto in culo. Ti piace la mia banana nel culo?” e via di questo andazzo. Con la guancia premuta alla parete Will cercò di ricostruire i fatti. Perché sentiva tanto dolore alla testa? Perché quel tizio continuava ad insultarlo? Una volta che fu uscito da lui, William, stordito, fell back on the bench. He did not come. Nothing like that. He hoped that man would go away for a bit lose you again 'by what had happened. Unfortunately, the ill-fated evening was only beginning.
"You were good, now follow me" imposed by certain tone.
"You can at least tell me your name?"
"Billy"
"And where would you take me Billy?"
"Do not ask, bitch. Get your rags, I'll wait outside. "
The next morning William felt stabbing pains all over. He had just kicked in big trouble. Billy had drawn strength in an apartment a few blocks from the sauna. Waiting for three friends. The four were fun to abuse him till dawn merely put their sex vehemently in every orifice. Fortunately with the help of a condom. He had been covered with insults, spitting, kicking, pushing, short barrel. Without coming to harm in the true sense of the word. But there was some bruising and had it not been enough in itself excessive sexual gymnastics to make his muscles ache, the beatings were doing their part. Once back in the attic got rid of the clothes. Smelled incredible. He sighed, looking in the mirror. His arms were covered with bruises. Towered a bruise on his forehead, probably the blow against the wall in the sauna. Hurt even the anus. Filled the tank to the brim. It took a long bath that made him fall asleep. Once out he began healing cream between her legs. Still ached. But that trouble I went to hunt? It said. sexual experience was at least interesting! was so appalled by the fear that these men be his true evil, perhaps to death, that he was not at all enjoyed the impromptu orgy.
must do away with this crap! He swore to himself. Certainly would not be easy, was how to stop taking drugs. He was replaced by Heath's love casual sex. Now what was left? Angel. Fortunately, he was always there. At least in his thoughts.


His lips were found by chance. As always. The kiss from slow to urgent, violent. A clash of teeth and saliva. "Jake, you should go."
"I know" new tongue, lips and saliva. They were tangled on the carpet more expensive than all the house of Liam. It could not come off even though both had good reasons for doing so. Jake had to go out with Heath. A dinner to celebrate their first month of living together. Liam worried that if he left to spend nine hot spots would not be spanked. He loved that damn show-off. For more than a month went on that story. And it was one of the best love stories that had, obviously excluding Jake.
"If you wait Heath goodbye to romance anniversary."
"To you I have never liked the anniversaries."
"I am a bear." Kisses make the language difficult. The water clashed creating sparks.
They rolled on the carpet. Jake overlap her ex. She looked at him straight in the eye before returning to check the mouth moist.
"Enough, Jake! You have to grow up! You do not have broke up with me to make me your lover. Or am I wrong? "
" There is nothing wrong with that. I'm just bullshit. "
" I am not and then, if you think about it, it is not fair to me. "Gynecologist agreed. Go and rub on him and then jump onto the first metro to reach her new boyfriend and go out to dinner with him was a real bitch.
"I'm just immature, right?"
"Not that I helped you not to be. I've been spoiled so much when you were little. "Liam smiled, sometimes treated him like his own son.
"incestuous father."
"Go on my son. And fuck the facts until it makes you so sick at the ass, ok? "
" You did not need me to tell you, Dad, we think of this "back to play with his tongue," in truth fucked continuous. Just break from work I jump on him. I fucking bad. "
“Mi somiglia proprio questo qui.”
“Soprattutto sotto la cintola” sorridendo si tirò su. Era decisamente arrivata l’ora di lasciare il suo ex. Se ne andò attento a non sbattere la porta. Liam si precipitò al computer. Purtroppo di Hot spot nessuna traccia.

“Cazzo Jake, ti aspetto da un ora!” Heath era innervosito dall’attesa e dalla fame.
“Ti giuro che farò di tutto per essere più puntuale nei prossimi giorni, tesoro mio.”
“Tra l’altro sei stato tu che hai insistito per festeggiare... ”
“A te non fa piacere?”
“Pizza e birra a casa nostra sarebbe andato benissimo.”
"The usual sentimentalist who" ridiculed. The evening went smoothly. Although Heath was really with God sometimes thought of Liam and his kisses, after all he had to admit that it was affixed. By Liam there was always something. As a cornerstone of his life could not end like this. Would continue the rubbing, kissing, probably soon have again made love. But constitutional law is not for lust or for the sake of cornificare Heath! And then what he knew of what Heath would have thought? Was not a particularly jealous. When Jake had told him the hugs and kisses to his lips had fake jealous and annoyed but it was clear his understanding. Did not pretend that Liam came out on stage in the blink of an eye. He was so in love with his sexy gynecologist for a period that even if the cost was split it a bit 'with her previous lover was a price that was worth it. It was even more convinced after yet another orgasm that night.
"You have to absolutely make you see, you're not normal!" Jake shook emphasized by panting,
"I need to do much sex to look after the needs of my partner," said promptly.
"This is true," put his hands behind his head, continued the dialogue thoughtfully: "Poor William."
"Now it throws out of this? "
" Sorry but ... imagine how he can hate me. So I stole his sex machine. It will now be in need of repair. "
" And I did the same with Liam, I do not hate me, right? "
" Not at all. I admire you. "
" I do not understand, I mean, I know it's been painful and everything but the reaction of Will, out of the house. The beatings and everything else, that's a normal reaction! "
" The concept of normality is always questionable. I am full of colleagues who would like to remember the sacredness of the anus as the body only expulsion, not the other way. "
" And then they call themselves Doctor! "
" Yeah ... "Jake went to roost in the armpit of the companion.
"Why do not you call it? It's been almost two months, maybe it was tamed. "
" No, I miss the balls. I'm sorry. "He dodged stiffening. He got up and walked in the bathroom cleaning ritual.
Jake heard the sound of the shower and fell asleep.

Wedding Message Cards

Every single breath,


WARNING! NC 17 for particularly violent situations and raw


Angela walked in place for a few minutes and then go and sit next to Booth. It was destroyed.
"I do not know what to say ... " she exhaled in a whisper.
"I know ... ".
"Sorry."
"I tried. But you know Bones: when you put something in his head ... but he had to tell me "with his hands covered his face and eyes by bending his head towards the knees.
"Lately he did was repeat what would be wrong to talk about this pregnancy. While they are now more than ever convinced of the contrary. "
" He wanted to protect me. For all that has happened with Ian. You know what I'm sick and would not give me any other thoughts. Forgetting what abortion is abhorrent to me. No one can claim the right to decide for the life of a child of God "
" The sai, io non la penso come te. Ma posso capire il tuo punto di vista.”
Il dottor Holden interruppe la conversazione.
“Il signor Booth?”
“Sono io.”
“La dottoressa Brennan le vorrebbe parlare.”
“Ma sta bene, l’intervento è già finito?”
“Mi segua”, rispose il medico.
Temperance se ne stava accovacciata in posizione fetale guardando un punto indefinito nel vuoto.
La trovò così: immersa nei suoi pensieri.
“Bones... ”.
Appena udì la sua voce lei si alzò di scatto. Si mise seduta, un po’ rigida. Era seria. Prima di parlare chiese al compagno di sederle vicino. Booth took a seat beside her.
"Baby, are you okay?" He asked, stroking her hair.
"I did not, are you happy?".
The man's eyes filled with joy and emotion.
"It's wonderful," he said, and hugged her hard.
Brennan rested his head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes enjoying the musky smell that blend in with aseptic hospital.
decidedly more pleasant first considered.
"Do not ask me why I changed my mind?". Broke away to stare.
"I've done for me, because you still believe in our love."
"Yes, I believe. And I'm not sure I believe it will do well. "
" But certainly the wrong thing would be to get rid of our child. " To reinforce the thought just expressed Booth patted her belly still flat. Its sides were so close and so small his life ... seemed incredible, but soon she would be born a creature of three pounds or more!
"Booth ...". She looked uneasy.
"And do not tell me that is not mine. So it is. "
" What would give you this assurance? "
" He's a wrestler like his father. "
At these words she smiled moved.
"Take me away from qui”, chiese.
“Non c’è cosa che desidero di più al mondo.”
La prese letteralmente in braccio.
“Comincio a sentirti più pesante, forse dovremmo metterci a dieta, che ne dici?”
“Ma se sono persino dimagrita! Dai Booth, non fare lo sciocco. Mettimi giù”.
Lui la fissò con amore. “Solo se mi giuri che questo è l’ultimo segreto tra di noi.”
“Non sono io che ho una doppia vita.”
“Ti consento di essere arrabbiata ancora per un po’, ma molto presto dovrà entrare dentro a quella testolina così piena di nozioni da scoppiare che ciò che è successo con Ian non è was the result of a ... "
" I know. Do not talk about it anymore. "
" This is the second thing I want most in the world. "
Before leaned back on the bed stared at her intensely," Even though I'm still not good ... even if not the best man in the world ... although they are not as smart as you, as beautiful as you, even if you do not even respect for ... "
" Finish it, among other things you never thought to be less intelligent than me. "
" I changed his mind. Anyway, what I meant was: even if they are not up to you, will you marry me? "

In the silence of a day like many others, the sky was gray but streaked with purple because of the sunset.
A sky that he could not see.
But if he closed his eyes, if nothing else you can dream.
And when did she just can not dream of Booth and his last moments with him, distressing thoughts returned to attack him.
But there was the memory of another sky, many years before, to comfort, to calm her anxieties.
Edward Little, to escape the oppression of Mandy, the woman who was supposed to occupy him and five other children, slipping on the highest point of the hill. He would climb on top of the rock behind the house.
Many years ago, Mandy's father had carved steps into the hillside and built a small platform at the top.
Edward was the only child to have discovered this place. There he could sit and contemplate the valley with his feet dangling in the air. It seemed that his legs could touch the sky. Often dreamed of starting to walk on a line that led him far away from all their troubles.
And to think that at the end of that line had found Seeley Booth!
Fortunately, with the thought he could still create the image of the beloved. This allowed him to feel alive.
Too soon beautiful images were obscured from reality.
"Here we are, Emmerich. Longing? ".
His captors had returned. Most likely to torture him. Was on for over a month. Their names were Scott and Mark. Every time that there were their to Ian harassment were insured.
"What do you want? Go away. "He turned from the sinking of the wall face on the pillow.
"So we talk to two friends? We just wanted to have some fun 'with you. Company to make a fag. Why is it that you are, right? "With the strength of despair
Ian tried to attack Mark. Readily
Scott took him by the arm and made him turn back. The other looked at him full of contempt and greed.
"What did you want to do, put your ruddy hands on him a fag?". Spat.
"What an asshole. And to think that we have a surprise for you. "
From the pocket he pulled out a small wooden stick.
Ian looked at them with disgust. "What would you do? Go away please. "He began to tremble visibly.
"But I do not say ... Big and tall as you are you do the below for a toothpick? "
" Yeah, Scott, these FBI agents are quite some shrinking violet. "
" Yes, but this is also a murderess disgusting and we'll go for the always want to disturb our women, do you? ".
"From here they will not leave more ... but even if it came out, some will remember us. " Laughter floated around hateful
a lui.
Una lacrima silenziosa solcò la sua guancia mentre con lo stecchino i due iniziavano una lenta e inesorabile tortura.


“Booth, ti prego, sai come la penso... ”.
“Lo so, sei contraria al matrimonio. Ma ti sei ricreduta sul fatto che i legami emozionali sono effimeri e inaffidabili, no?”.
La donna sorrise beffardamente. “Non fare l’affabulatore con me. Ho bisogno di riflettere anche su questo.”
Si guardarono negli occhi con complicità, poi furono interrotti dall’arrivo dell’infermiera.
“La preanestesia è passata. Ora può anche tornare a casa”, comunicò con tono indifferente.
“Prima vorrei parlare con l’anestesista.”
“La dottoressa Jackson?”, chiese l’infermiera.
“No, si tratta di un dottore. È un uomo.”
L’infermiera sembrò costernata. “Le assicuro che questa mattina non è di turno nessun anestesista di sesso maschile in questo reparto.”
“Si sbaglia, è stato un uomo a farmi la preanestesia: alto, rasato, sui quaranta”.
“La descrizione che mi ha fornito non mi ricorda nessuno, mi dispiace.” Così dicendo, la donna afferrò un mazzo di cartelle e si accommiatò.
“Non capisco”, sussurrò Brennan, inquieta.
“Che sta succedendo, Bones? "
" The man who told me the baby was born preterm, the baby who would die for sure if there had been an accident ... "
" Why is it so important to you? "
" Because if he had not spoken to me at this moment I would never get pregnant. "