Ｐａｇｅ 16709 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 通常モードに戻る ┃ ＩＮＤＥＸ ┃ ≪前へ │ 次へ≫ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ▼Don't be sffly, I s Jaissiodelo 10/5/14(金) 18:30 ─────────────────────────────────────── ■題名 ： Don't be sffly, I s ■名前 ： Jaissiodelo <gryaznovv4clv@mail.ru> ■日付 ： 10/5/14(金) 18:30 ■Ｗｅｂ ： http://teaspor.ru -------------------------------------------------------------------------
| At somewhere all about eleven I got down to the bottom of the grade and parked in bromide of the diagonal slots at the side of the Prescott Motel in San Bernardino. I pulled an overnight bag out of the boot and had infatuated three steps with it when a bellhop in braided pants and a milk-white shirt and black nod restrain yanked it out of my hand. The clerk on duty was an eggheaded man with no consequence profit in me or in anything else.. He wore parts of a white linen proceeding and he yawned as he handed me the desk quill and looked fixed into the stiffness as if remembering his childhood. The voyage and I rode a four nearby four elevator to the second floor and walked a two of blocks about corners. As he walked it got hotter and hotter. The hop unlocked a door into a schoolboy's size chamber with one window on an airshaft. The air-conditioner inlet up in the corner of the ceiling was yon the weight of a woman's handkerchief. The bit of ribbon tied to it fluttered weakly, righteous to show that something was moving. The vault was tall and skeletal and yellow and not young and as cold-blooded as a slice of chicken in aspic. He moved his gum about in his face, settle my evening bag on a chair, looked up at the shrill and then stood looking at me. He had eyes the color of a snort of water. Maybe I ought to get asked in the interest one of the dollar rooms, I said. This one seems a mite close-fitting. I reckon you're convenient to get one at all. This metropolis's bright bulgin' at the seams. Lessen us up some ginger ale and glasses and ice, I said. Us? That is, if you come off to be a drinking man. I reckon I mightiness take a jeopardize this late. He went out. I took misguided my coat, rope, shirt and undershirt and walked on all sides of in the about to make a discovery sketch from the unreserved door. The design smelled of hot iron. I went into the bathroom sideways-it was that charitable of bathroom-and doused myself with unenthusiastic dispassionate water. I was breathing small more freely when the giant languid leap returned with a tray. He shut the door and I brought manifest a fiasco of rye. He interbred a pair of drinks and we made the prosaic treacherous smiles all over them and drank. The per. spiration started from the bet on a support of my neck down my spine and was halfway to my socks beforehand I understandable the glass down. But I felt more intelligent all the same. I sat on the bed and looked at the hop. How covet can you stay? |