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As far as I was inspired Barcelona, almost as much disappointed in Paris ...

Venice is beautiful, monumental Rome, Amsterdam smells marijuana, Vienna, as it soothes, in Nice and Monaco-blue-blue sea.

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UFD Extra - Try to be a tender lover, but out of bed no mercy

I was alone, away from family and the woman I loved, but I did not care. For me, the university was to be an interlude, a period devoted exclusively study. I could not imagine what I was going to happen.

At the end of the first year, I was definitely tired of all the parties, and the atmosphere of those girls pressing university in general. I needed to detach a bit '.

Therefore, once the exam session, I took a train and went home - that of my childhood, of course, because I had split the contract of the apartment shortly before the university - but not I was fortunate to find the much desired peace. On the contrary, my house was, yes, released four of my brothers (three time graduate from a university and independent), but had been invaded by a bunch of toys and children's books.

Why? Well, for the huge and increasingly unbelievable stupidity of my brother Jimmy.

I told Jimmy that, while in high school, was an eighteen year old with the brain of a teenager, and not spinning at all the girls that were behind. Well, my mistake. If the spinning, in reality, and with more than some had even concluded. The problem is that my opinion about his intelligence was wrong, and in fact had happened that he soon knocked up a of these conquests. The fact that I disliked most in all this, was that she was really a good girl who did not deserve to have their lives ruined by quell'impiastro.

things had taken place more or less like this: last year of high school, this girl - a certain Cameron Fine [© justka002 ] - had taken a crush on my brother and he had wooed in every way,

until the evening when he convinced her to go to bed together;

closing the file, my brother had refused to see her again, before leaving for the University and to disappear without a trace. Three and a half years later - I had already left the "nest" - if they had returned home without a degree and without the intention of finding a job, but with a great desire to start living the good life that made the campus

sex, sex, alcohol and sex shame that the voice of his stunt had been scattered throughout the city, run by girls and infuriate our stepmother.

thrown out of home - but not before he suffered a tirade as they should, as a reproach to our mother had been stupid and mean and what looked like, in this, our father - Jimmy had taken refuge in a bare studio and keep doing odd jobs here and there found.

This was not my best and if we count also the impossibility of fikifikeggiare, you can understand why my brother began to give checkmate after only three months of that life.

However, his pride - and our mother, who attacks the phone down as soon as he felt his voice - made him stand for another year and a half, then surrendered and returned crawling from mom.

softened by the entreaties of the boy and the nostalgia he felt when she was alone, she readmitted into the house, but on one condition: that it took its responsibilities and take care of their child. My brother agreed and one day, shortly after getting a poor job as laboratory guinea pig, went home to Cameron.

Arrived at her house, Jimmy could not help but notice what Cam had made nice with new curves in the right places and a small waist. It was also a single mother:

sure and take advantage of someone in a situation like that, would not be right, but the baby's father, after all, it was him. And then, let's face it, his moral rectitude had always turned to water, let alone at that time, a fast symmetric about two years!
So the first idea that sprang to mind my brother, was to get back with her: one, after all, is enough for him to read that in life, and so, perhaps, even our mother would have completely forgiven.

Cameron, meanwhile, had no intention of returning to the man who had broken his heart, but could not think of the small Genma [© justka002 ], his son, who had asked her so many times his father who he was and what had happened.

(But as if it enjoys, Cam? XD)

What's more, his father Astro [© justka002 ] began to suffer from problems of ' age and could not keep still for long, especially since they were still at home with Erik and Fran, two younger brothers still live of the girl.

So Cameron decided to grant him a trial period, which turned soon in a living, thanks to the pressures of our mother and father.

The two, in fact, had prepared them a little nest, a new room in our old home, furnished by my stepmother.



During the few weeks spent at home, however, the situation was not the best: I do not know what happened, exactly, but Jimmy and his mother does not even look at him, Cameron was trying to fix things by counteracting Only insults and nastiness, although the small Genma cried day and night because they did not want to go back to school.

personally took charge of him for me all the time, trying to convince him of what would have fun with all the children and the teachers of the school;

in other matters, however, could not intervene, nor wanted.

But, when one evening I found Cameron in the garden, alone, crying, could not resist, I approached her and asked: I explain that you want to cry so much? - My few contacts with the rest of mankind had not yet helped to clarify the concept of touch.

Cameron: Nothing ... - replied, ashamed of being seen and trying to hide tears. - I'm not crying, I just entered the dust in the eye.

Toby: Yes, of course, and I'm Santa Claus ... - I was about to leave, but then thought better of it. - It's for my brother cry, is not it?

She hesitated a bit ', then confirmed, shaking his head.

Toby: I do not understand that there are, in someone like him ... is an idiot, a decerebration, a ...

Cameron: Toby, - I interrupted you - enough please ... I know that is not the best guy in the world ...

Toby: What a euphemism! - I commented.

Cameron: ... but I love it. And I know that he has some good points ...

Toby: Oh, well, when you find me a whistle, which I'm curious to know! - I replied sharply, then went into the house without waiting for his answer.

That night in bed, I found myself thinking: What the hell on their head, women? The more a man is str *** o, go behind him and more, makes them suffer more and more the love ... Thanks to the Goddess, I was born male.

then thought no more and fell asleep. When broken down



nothing had changed. I greeted my stepmother and my nephew, whom I was sincerely attached,

and jumped into the taxi decided not to come back before graduation. My connection began to falter just inside the door of the dormitory crowded as usual by swarms of males and females in heat desperate for a night of sex or partner designated by fate.

I locked myself in the room and went out until the evening.

When the sun sets, I decided to spend the night out: my classes were held in the afternoon, so I could be late and drink a drink. I entered the first bar I saw and asked to drink, not even face the bartender:

the days spent at home were heavy, made me think too much and then I just do not think.

But before the alcohol had effect, my mind had already flown to her ... Christine. How long was that I could not see? How much had passed since that day, the one where I realized that I never had hopes with her? I sent down a sip, trying to forget, but it was useless

her eyes, her mouth, her scent of a woman continued to haunt me, I knew I had seen the strange gleam in his eyes, eyes happy and peaceful. For the first time.

the time that he had attended the band of my brother, I had never seen a smile like that do donatomi front of his dormitory, his eyebrows were not tortured, they were extended, indicating serenity.

I looked around, I was noted, but nothing ...

Nobody cared about me and what I did not mind at all. Yet, that strange feeling is not it was, as Christine did not leave my thoughts. Still I saw his purple irises, slender hands, her cheeks flushed.

The bartender told me something, I replied, head down, give me another glass, and while I thought about her, she fell in love while I was looking for, she had found her life, his way ... And maybe it was time for me to find my own.

Scolai the second cup, as my eyes continued to look for someone or something facing me, but without success. I prepared to pay and leave: it was evening. The bartender - who can be a woman? How had I not notice? - took the money and I made to leave, when an argument caught my attention.

little farther on, beside the dance floor, another bartender - maybe the one that really gave me a drink first - we were trying to a girl, or better, a little girl. She, who was kissing just before the now rejected the advances of lewd and inappropriate man, a guy who, at a guess, must have thirty-five, thirty-seven years ...

I told myself that these were not business mine, so I turned to the door but was stopped by the voice of the bartender.

Bartender Women's They paid this drink for her. - I said. - You by ... - began turning to say, but there was nobody on that side of the room,

then raised his arms and said: - must have already gone.

I went back to sit down: I wanted to go to sleep, but filled that glass was too inviting to ignore. If the color I'm not mistaken, it was Parfait Amour, smiles, wondering why I was offered just that liquor purple and so romantic with a French name. I looked inside the glass and I saw Christine, Chris of the time, that I had seen you cry a winter night in the city center.

A half a glass I noticed that the bartender was back to just before, muttering and complaining about something. I looked surly, those annoyed by chatter that had dispelled the image of "My Lovely."

him, he must have misunderstood quell'occhiataccia told me embarrassed

Barista Men The girls ... They are precious at first, but after two days you find yourself kneeling in front of the house . Always like that!

I lowered my eyes again: disgusted me, man, I am disgusted in the way he spoke and the one in which he acted. I looked at the girl that just before he clasped his arms

he was first to cry, with all eyes on me, I had a flash that I could not decipher, then my gaze returned to the glass. I drank the last sip, me again that feeling of being watched, I came to listen to the noises of the room and I realized that the bartender was muttering again.

Barista Men know them well, me, them! There is not one that gave it to me, I assure you, are all made me!

And I had that flash back, this time more clearly: it was a distant memory in it and there was Christine, and a guy dressed as a waiter walked away from her screaming, crying that she had just made him lose time, shouting that time, sooner or later she would return him to his knees and he got what he wanted. Because they were all like, they ...

Barista Men ... all that.

And I finally realized who he was infamous. It was him, I had no doubt, was the man who had Christine to tears that night, that in which, for the first time, I spoke to her.

Toby: No, not all are ... so ... - hissed, looking at him angrily. He watched me for a moment, not understanding what you're talking about, so I decided to clarify. - Christine . She has not returned to you.

Patrick: Christine? Who the hell ...?

Toby: violet eyes. - I said, interrupting him. Meanwhile, I got up and approached him, across the counter. Then he remembered ... Those eyes were unique, I could not be the only one to have them printed in memory.

torn between pride and security of the lie of the truth, he chose to lie and said That? Nah, that did not even need to be convinced! She brought me! In fact, I'll tell you who was also a good mare ...

and began to laugh hoarsely, at least not until my hand went to his jaw and knocked to the ground.

It had been eight years since the first time he had seen, I was no longer the little boy at the time: I was a man, I had a well-trained tax, mind clouded by alcohol and a considerable inner anger.

He curled up, covering his head, and I, meanwhile, was fighting a psychological war between the dissatisfaction of that shot and the knowledge that even beaten up I would have calmed down.

the end made my decision, turning and leaving the room before anyone was aware of what had happened. I walked quickly down the street, determined to reach the dormitory as soon as possible, I was worried, I was again observed, followed, but did not seem to be no one around. Until something stood in front of me.

A woman with hair the color green and blacks I appeared before my eyes, as appeared from nowhere, and I turned: Hello Toby, I should talk to you. - He took a short break. - I?

I, tired and rather out of me, do not pay attention to his words and tried wriggling, but she stopped me.

Witch: I know you got inside you and what you can do ... I saw your anger in that space! I can help to destroy that feeling that haunts you ... - I whispered in his ear. - Or even better: can I make you conquer that woman. Are you interested?

barely understood what I was proposing, and, moreover, did not see any way in which his words could be realized.

Toby: Let me in like , trovatene another to take to bed! - Biascicai.

you let me go, amazed, I turned around, but with the corner of my eye I saw a smirk appear on his face. I made no more than three steps, a myriad of little sparks of green and yellow surrounded me,

then held in the air - or at least this was my impression - and, after being dazzled by a blinding light, gently bring me back to earth.

When I turned, the road was deserted. I turned back, trying to convince myself that it was all an optical illusion, the new electrical installation in a nightclub, a suggestion given to alcohol. Only after a couple of minutes I realized that the clothes I wore were not mine.



Fortunately, that night the streets were half empty and the moon hidden by clouds blacks, my roommates were all sleeping when I arrived, so I could reach my room undisturbed.

I threw in a corner of the strange purple clothes that I had found him, I put on my pajamas and went to bed.
The next day I awoke with a terrible headache:

I had the impression that a herd of wild sheep had mad fun to run back and forth on my brain, while the stomach must have been done by Only a couple of laps on a roller coaster.

Toby: But what the heck was in those glasses? Yet I do not think I drank so much ...

I crawled to the bathroom, hoping that a cold shower I would clear my head. I was wrong, however, the nausea and a headache, actually, if they were going, but my head felt heavy, almost as if it had been filled with something.

Gradually I realized that in my brain there was information that there had never been. Or, at least, I was not conscious. Strange words in tongues came together in formulas using incomprehensible.

Then, suddenly, everything disappeared, giving way to a growing anger, something that was just a wave, but would soon become a tsunami.

Returning my room, I opened the cabinet, decided to grab the first clothes that my hand would reach. But when I opened wide the doors, the deep purple that my wardrobe had colonized left me speechless;

there was a shirt or sweater that was not of that hated color.

I put a shirt at random, jeans and shoes, all while trying to punish me absurd ideas that spring to mind. Then I looked up and noticed something that, until the day before, was not there.

I did not know what to think. I did not want to think, afraid of what might be the only explanation. Incredible, impossible explanation. I walked to the book, hoping that this could give more reasonable grounds for what was happening.

Instead, the pages that I was gradually sliding confirmed their hypothesis that the less I wanted to believe: that was a book of black magic, and I ... Well, I probably had become, somehow, a sorcerer.

My clothes become purple, a book of witchcraft appeared out of nowhere, a magician dress instead of wearing clothes that ... That room was beginning to choke me, so I hurried to get out and went to class. When I returned, I had dinner and headed the recreation room, to postpone the meeting with what was in my room, and then with the reality that I rush to deny.

There, as usual, I found George to watch the usual documentary on the fauna and flora of the Congolese forests, I could ignore it, as I always did, but this time my instincts led me to talk to her.

Toby: interesting documentary?

Georgie: Oh, yes, very! The habit of bonobos engage in recreational sex is extremely fascinating, because it brings these samples to ...

... blah, blah, blah, until the moment when, tired of listening to his speech on the coupling of a monkey and the possible social aspect of the thing, I decided to tighten her lips. Or at least, to engage in something different from speaking.

you, so surprised at how happy that my own initiative, responded to the kiss with passion, then let you know because I've always liked and what he wanted to be with me. I stifled a laugh, thinking of how many times I had ignored, teased or abused - as I did with all the others - trying to get away from me. And she was there to kiss and ask me, indirectly, to put her.

Toby: do not see why we should not be together. - I answered - If you want him so much ...

Georgie kissed me again, then motioned me to go to my room,

in which [only] I had my first sexual intercourse. The funny thing is I do not remember much of what happened, perhaps because, for all the time, remained fixed in my mind the image of Christine.

The next morning when I woke up, threw just one eye the woman who was sleeping beside me, then I prepared to exit. Before I could do it, though, I stopped Jennifer. Jennifer

: Last night I saw you back in the room with Georgie.

Toby: ... And even if it were?

Jennifer: Well, I do not like that she has only ... All the candy, here, I would like for months, and it is unfair that only she can have you. - affirmations, his eyes pleading.

Toby: not say that I did not have the exclusive.

My roommate took the chance and I jumped in my arms, I did not lose time looking lips, but something inside me, he blesses the evil that was going to do to Georgie and filled me with satisfaction.

Jennifer: Damn ... I have never been kissed in this way ... And I assure you there were few to do so. - I said, as if it were something to brag about.

Then she pulled me between the sheets of her bed, finally getting what they craved for months. It was not long before Georgie was looking for me and found out what had happened.

Blinded with rage, rushed upon me like a fury, slapped and insulted. I did not answer, basically had every reason to do so.

However, as soon as he put an end to its outlet - Finish with a "if you tell me you love me, I could forgive you ..." to which I replied "I certainly did not need your forgiveness, you can also go "- I went back to kissing each other, run away in tears by the blonde.

Jennifer, meanwhile, believed to have prevailed over the other, whispered to me, I would that these were only my lips ...

Toby: We all want many things, - I said - but it is said that we always have what we want.

Then I went away, leaving me without even a greeting, and went to class.

During the brief trip, I wondered if Christine, when she lost her virginity, had made a man who, with her, did not care. If you loved someone who does not reciprocate, but mistreated or used it. Tormented me for this, fueling the anger that slowly was taking hold of me.

--- To be continued ---

So, then, then! This time a more substantial upgrade, and I am really pleased, until a few days ago, I thought that this would have been miserable as the last post. O_O
So tell me, I liked the scene in Return of Patrick? XD I bet you have not seen the time to review it! : P He, too, after all, had its utility, go! OO
Ah! Sorry for all the mental red wizard seems that you had to put up with in this update! XD Even though I think probably some of his thoughts, the ones immediately after getting up, has been appreciated by the group of IA, which had long been promised Hygiene Spam! O / / / O

But we move on to more serious: I have to thank my gracious kohai justka002 for giving me permission to include the story of Cameron Fine (Legacy of the End) slightly (I hope) as amended for reasons of plot, in this special, and, more importantly, helping me make the most of this character. A thousand, thousand thanks! * Bow *
And thank you, but congratulations!, Always Justka for taking the photo I mentioned in last update, the one where Toby appears prematurely and that you can find here , inserted in the second episode.

Then, I want to say two words on the cover: this is so far the only one prepared specially for this purpose, and the only one to have a title! O_O Yes, the title is I'm not that other you , and is inspired by this picture taken from the comic Kareshi Kanojo no Jijyo (Situations of him and her). Having seen yesterday, I immediately jumped to mind the little similarity between the two characters, so I tried to play it as much as possible! [It's actually coming crap, but okay ... : S]

Finally, take advantage of this space to do it again best wishes to Myriam for her this special day! : D

A big kiss to everyone!