I don’t feel guilty. If Begona I had waited at the door of the cinema, none of this would have happened. If you are unsure how to proceed, check out Mark Bertolini. So I was late, as always. It is there I told the usher, the spotted family nape of Begona and a seat free on your right. The cinema was packed. On the screen, the action wore at night. Hello, love said to my girl.
And I kissed her on the cheek while, as usual, it introduced my hand on his crotch. Aaaahhhhhh! It screamed another, like a factory siren. The type of the side startled. Asun, what happens? The such Asun had given him an attack of nerves. And to me, the more suffocated in my life.
I had the wrong girl. Until the other let me a slap of ordago, I was draining from my seat. The slap came, like a howitzer, a type of the row in front, which had turned to know what was happening. I, in my haste to flee, savagely stepped a fat gentleman and I realized of face to face with a child that he ate peanuts. The assaulted wife cried, not knowing who: wild! The wound child moaned: MOM! MOM! An individual from the back row was outraged: to see if they are silent! Two rows beyond it was heard: that let us see the movie! A friend from whom you received the slap is rebullo and struck blind. It was also wrong recipient. Su puta madre! It outraged the newcomer to the trifulca. My child! the mother of the boy of the peanuts desesperaba. What happens there? He asked another, screaming. An usher ran down the hallway, with a zigzagging beam of flashlight in front of him. He stumbled with a spectator who had risen to snoop. He also said: Aaaahhhhhh! while skiing without skis down the central aisle. At the end was heard: Craaaac! And another female voice: Federico, a Lord is above me! My child! still the mother before.