Blood Bath

I read online backlink tabloids back home from a logistics company, a women's psychology article.

The spiritual adventures of charming life in exotic Bangkok Palaces. Their headline was about sex but I could not care to remember. 

The first story I read. "King's mother's sick sexual spiritual journey and her son" 

I clicked the video. "I can see the current King fooled. How his Australian army school buddies were busy in the kitchen. They were enjoying his mother. They kept him busy and abused taping his back and drinking Thai beer in his palace."

The last article I click. I was all confused sitting in my hot yoga pants.

"His son was a sex video victim suucking another English Eton school buddy penis." 

They laughed. I watched the attached video. "We can blackmail the future monarchy in Thailand! Does it taste like a cheap Thai weed?" 

I launched the video and felt a sweat mark on myself in my hot pants. 

When I completed the video before I joined online Masters in Law studies. The school of my degree was in Rome and I was happy with my job at Deckermann Logistics.

Their SB Employment Solutions company found me a good job besides accommodation.

The first degree I completed online in Prague virtual campus learning business. 

When I completed the video. I joined my master's programme.

I dreamed about how I became a commercial lawyer. 

It was the images of powers. When my pen slid past my yoga pants I knew my heart racing. 

The rate of stroking exercise filled me. Their articles made me think. 

The Montreal pen is made out of black lining and gold fountain tip. It had the numbers on it. 

I was ready to write. When my eye's eris caught the glare of my silver laptop. 

How the King made his mother happy. Those men stroked behind his back. 

Her spreading before their dinner. The honesty waiting in line. They made their way. 

The Queen was happy.

But for me to learn, his son was like a father. The true sacrifice by heart. 

I learned my way about the man from an honest Queen. 

Our life was charming. 

The arts of manipulation and an author of the article. 

He was a mastermind of a marketing the information it made in search engines optimised funnel. 

I knew the words at play by law those rascals will never be caught. They made their way. 

I stroked my two hundred dollars christmas present before I pressed apply and pay two thousand euros to start my academic journey in education. 

It was my way and I am eager to continue in the SB Employment Solutions business before I am the lawyer. 

I took my towel and the corner of my lips told me I am going to soak in the shower. 

The soft pink sponge in my french designer shower gel. They gave it to me for Christmas. 

My tip of two centimetres nipple erected my hand holding my hands for a great soap. 

The steam of a shower a man from Poland just used to stroke. 

Yes it was Eindhoven. We had a great time but my yoga pants beat it to him. 

I made my way first. The week was over and I was ready for my weekend.

Thank goodness I stopped watching the news. 

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When I received my first textbooks I downloaded online I thought about other schools and if I made a good decision.

I thought about Oxford and their pet 'Brexit. They screwed everyone's lives.

The thoughts travelled to Hague and three girls' liberty of loose women. 

I thought about if the King would make a solidarity sign and if prostitution is labour qualification. 

Why not the three girls would make a kind act and would have one open day of royal harem in Amsterdam Red Lights District.

They would serve the nation and set a good example of how the monarchy is thinking about hard labour.

"There would be a mile of lines to their three windows." I thought to myself and liked my lips.

The moisture slided of my black dive hair. I felt a change sitting all naked wet. 

My blue towel sits on my desk. My white and black cow dotted dressing gown with the hood over my head with black horns. My neighbour thinks I am a dalmatian despot from a movie. 

Maybe he was short on sex. My bare open breasts with heat moisture sliding off. The nipples erected. 

I had a joy of two centimetres. My period was over today. 

The water drops reached my groyne hair. I sat tight on my office desk. 

I was not an immigrant. My loyalty to the Kingdom of the Netherlands just grew. I was ready for it. 

The joy of teasing my Polish neighbour made the corner of my lips laugh with joy. 

I knew I held the power. 

My mind checked about the Palestine crisis. How they kill a poor nation in the water. They have no land. They are shot dead in the seawater. 

Israel shoots their own thinking the hostages are terrorists. 

My mind made me a fox. I thought about a British woman helping refugees in France from Palestine.

"That dirty whoree." The aid worker had orgy in a refugee tent. The news cited.

Her claim was made that she wanted to bring in her child's father but she was unable.

"A dumb biatch. How she could say what biological waste was to fill her in, filling her cup of joy." I learned she made a sex aid in a refugee aid, enjoying a mass sexual encounter.

It was probably to fill her joy. It was like a British men filled Caribbean prostitutes for a piece of bread. They were aid relief workers from a storm devastated nation. 

My mind was forming to have a clear report writing mind frame. 

How about this space guy? He made a whole Scandinavia to go on strike for his tin car. 

Is it economical to drive in lame 80's space jet? You should feel like a robot cop stepping out this vehicle? Was it for ecology or he is just dumb running his corporation? 

How about environmental laws? I think nobody thought about the cigarette waste they threw out. 

I learned one smoke bit left in nature would last for a decade compared to a cartoon in which the smoke degrades in a good week on pavement. 

When my mind argues advantages and disadvantages I remember medical research articles of a hot smoke or synthetic smoke kills you first. The doctors in consensus was not able to conduct the conclusion. 

When one article strikes my mind. The electronic cigarette malfunction burned one patient's hole in the lung.

His doctors cited. "You would have reached your pension by smoking cigarettes." 

I made the last observation thinking about how grannie died in her pension because she suddenly changed her habits. 

She decided to stay in good health and stop cigarettes. 

I giggled. "I now know the secret to long life." My bad habits will never stop. 

How about the Republic of Lithuania companies in the Kingdom of Norway's statement of a job for life? 

They made this statement because they employ you legally for two months. You must keep your mouth shut every third month because they hide your taxes and shift documents on other employees' names. 

My lips licked. 

The meaning of a job for life? It means you keep silent for life. 

My eyes glared in found a legal case. 

I made my mind clear. We have international laws and I began researching the lawmakers to learn the legal process. 

I could practise law and write about it. I knew it was strict and if I could represent my clients wrong outside my bed. I could lose them millions. 

I had to prepare myself. When my mind decided to stay employed three years in this "Deckerman" logistics via SB Employment Solutions agency company. 

They are great. They are providing everything for me so I could learn and earn my future. 

I am very happy about it. My moisture felt deeper in me. When my mind returned back to me after my hot yoga pants. The videos I looked up online learning the dark secrets.

My mind would understand mind manipulation. I was not planning not to befriend the professor. No. I was ready to bend him. 

My Law Masters should show how women hold their strength or strengths. 

I wanted to be the first important lady from the Republic of Lithuania who is a commercial woman walking her clients like pets with garbage bags on the walk how I would take them to the house of courts. 

"Dobra." He walks his lips spilling to me.

"I am a little busy." I knew how he was looking at my hanging breast out post my night out on the sofa watching this news channel. 

He is lucky my heel is not in his TV monitor. 

"I would like to speak with you…" 

I made a suppressed noise on my lips looking in my eyes. "I knew I never had a blow job experience but it will not be him." 

Maybe I should keep him as my boyfriend to keep the house in peace? 

It would increase my chances to spread open on businessmen increasing my chances exploring commercial courts. 

"You should make me a meal while I throw my bra on?" 

"Dobra." He shut the doors and left downstairs the stairs creaked under the carpet. 

I needed more skills to complete my coursework and exams would cause strain. His working hands would make a good massage on my desk tired shoulders post my day job.

He should earn enough to buy me drinks and cannabis. 

I was checking my commercial awareness.