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Here's chapter 3!
Chapter 3
Clank!
"Ugh," Pee grunts, pulling the malenky bed that's lying over the metal bed frame into the colorful living room that is of my domy. He pulls it almost next to the oknoes, I suppose so that whenever Riley would wake up, the first veshch she'll viddy is the kitchen doorway up ahead in case she's ever hungry. The bed seems to have tolchock something because of that clanking zvook that I just slooshied, and I turn my gulliver towards his way before govoreeting, O my brothers.
"You alright?" I inquired, shvatty a peet of chamomile chai to get Your Humble Narrator all ready for bed, "You need any help?"
My pee waves his rook at me and shakes his gulliver no without much of a slovo coming out of his rot. I shrug and decide to ignore the idiot, enjoying a TV sinny on the telly instead. That's when Riley comes in.
She's wearing this real horrorshow lace spatting gown the colour of cream-white, nothing too revealing as it does cover her malenky bust and even covers her knee caps, O my brothers. It is a tomtick tight fitting on her, nothing too severe of course, but it is then I realize how almost shapeless she appears… How starry is this devotchka? Is she still in skolliwoll? Of course, I had to razrez my glazzies away from her because that's when she starts to pull down the hem of the nochy gown.
"Excuse me." She whispers, her litso fading to a cherry hue. How sladky!
"Now now now, Riley dorogoy, there's nothing to be ashamed of in front of Uncle Alex, yes?" I smile at her, patting a spot next to me so as to invite her to come sit with me, "Please, join me!"
She hesitates, almost as if she wants to protest against it, but my dangerously piercing glazzies warned her not to do anything gloopy, and she nods awkwardly before goolying around in front of Your Humble Narrator to reach my other side to sit in, O my brothers. I can almost von her, my bratties, and she has the scent of soap and clean linen, and my skin starts to crawl.
She gingerly sits down and keeps her watchful glazzies on me, as if waiting for me to continue to govoreet. I don't, of course, as I just kept on smottovat ahead into the telly to finish watching the rest of the sinny. That's when I slooshy pee cracking his poor back and goolies by us with like a sleepy nod.
"Good night you two, and Alex?"
I smot up at him with like a smile, O my brothers. He raises his index finger in mid-air and shakes it, giving Your Humble Narrator a very stern smot.
"Itty on, pee, I'm not planning to hurt her," I govoreet before bravely wrapping an arm around her pletchoes, "I'll itty back to my own room once the sinny finishes, alright?"
He rolls his glazzies and sighs before he goolies away from the room to itty back to his bed room with like, I'm assuming, em waiting for him there.
I smile to myself. How fun it is to mess with like that hollow shell of a moodge.
"You could… let go now. He's gone to his room, you know…" Riley govoreets, almost pulling away from me. I slowly turn my gulliver around to smot back at her, and she shrinks a malenky underneath my stone-cold glazzies.
I only squeeze her pletcho even harder, my fingers digging into her plott. She whimpers a malenky tomtick, her litso mildly scrunched up in pain.
"Now now now, Riley," I govoreet softly to her despite my fingers being real rough with her, my bratties, "You mustn't be too rude to Uncle Alex, you viddy. You are just a guest to this domy, this domy of mine of course, and while your hospitality is of bolshy importance to me…" I lean dangerously closer to her with like a baddiwad smirk, "… Mines is even bolshier."
She stares at me in shock, and her dark brown glazzies remind me of the deepest, darkest German chocolate cake that I used to feast on when I was a malenky malchick back then. Her glazzies were very beautiful, really I could hardly viddy her pupils in them, and her glazzies seem to continue on forever with like no stopping in there. In her glazzies, I could almost viddy my reflection in there, like midnight waters…
"You've quite the lovely glazzies, dorogoy sister," I govoreet, digging my fingers even deeper into her plott, "Far too many lewdies usually itty bezoomny over aqua or evergreen peepers… But, I can certainly viddy an even bolshier beauty in your own."
She winces at my fingers, but never the less she manages to nod politely and replies, "Thank you. I was never too crazy about them, really."
There was me, that is Alex, and I shake my gulliver at her, "No no, never rassoodock that, deary. You're wrong. They are most certainly beautiful."
She holds my gaze before breaking away, her glazzies trailing downward to the floor, "… Your mother told me that you have a serious girlfriend around here. I don't think it's appropriate for you to… flirt with me like this."
O my bratties, that just made me guff out gromky the hardest I've ever smecked before. She smots at me before smottovat all around, as if fearful of my expression.
I osoosh a razrez out of my ookadetted glazz with my finger, the sinny just ending right there and then. The credit starts to roll with a real sappy show tune, and I turn to her again with like a delightful smile.
"I am not flirting with you," My goloss then turns into a raspy, razdraz, and dark tone of goloss, my fingernails finally digging hard enough in her plott to finally feel some warm red red red krovvy, my heart skipping a beat as she horns out in pain, "You insignificant malenky twit."
And then, my bratties, she did something that I would never would of viddied it coming from such a weak, petite malenky devotchka; she slaps Your Humble Narrator real hard in the litso with like her open rook, and just as I let itty of her pletcho to hold my affected litso in, she pushes me off away from her and stands up over me, her glazzies real wide and open in both fear and anger.
I for odin can't believe my parents haven't waked up from the entire ruckus we're causing right now. They must have downed some of them spatting pills, I think.
She holds her krovvier rock with her other rook, before she goolies over to the kitchen to turn the lights on there. I rub my cheek just a tomtick more to soothe the sting before I carefully stand up to gooly there as horrorshow, O my brothers.
From there, I can viddy her dabbing a wet paper towel on her rock. She hisses a malenky once it touches the wound, and I can't help but feel even more attracted to her, O my bratties.
Only when she's razdraz, she becomes like fireworks and even more passionate than my Bonnie could ever be. And I like that so very much.
I sigh, making her turn to Your Humble Narrator with like a hurt expression on her litso.
"I…. am very sorry, my dorogoy," I smot downward to the floor, almost thrusting my bottom goober out just a malenky tomtick for added effects, "Uncle Alex is a malenky stressed from rabbiting very hard at National Gramodisc Archives, you viddy. Top notch government rabbit with like tons of rabbiting to do… I hope we can overcome this malenky bump on the road, yes?"
All I can slooshy now is silence, O my brothers. A few seconds in and I smottied up to viddy her staring at the sink, her expression smottovat dazed and thinking. I frown; she's very a weird character.
Finally, she turns her gulliver at Your Humble Narrator before her glazzies retreat to the floor, her rooks on the edge of the sink, "I'm quite tired now. Best I catch some sleep. I'm sorry we got on the wrong foot, Alex."
I smirk a malenky before goolying towards her, and she shrinks back a malenky but not too much as to not appear rude, I'm assuming. I smot down at her, me being several inches taller than her, and I can viddy her still smottovat downward but this raz on my chest area. I breathe in her sladky scent before laying a rook on her unaffected pletcho.
"I can feel this, Riley," I whisper, rubbing her pletcho gently, "You and I… are ittying to be the very best of droogs, yes we will, my sister dear. We were real dobby droogs once before… This shouldn't be too hard to have it come back between us, right right right?"
She takes in a breath as a respond, holding it before nodding. I turn my glazzies at her now clean yet still open red marks on her other pletcho, and I shvat the wet paper towel out of her rook before gingerly dabbing it on it.
"I apologize for hurting you, Riley dorogoy. Please forgive Uncle Alex?"
She stays quite for a moment before flicking her dark glazzies into my own, "… Sure."
"You don't govoreet much, do you?" I playfully sneer at her, brosaying the wet towel into the trash bin behind her without so much as me moving away from her, "Aren't you the shy odin?"
She smiles a malenky bit, her glazzies still fixated on my chest, "Just a bit. I do tend to open up more once I'm comfortable with the other person. I'm sorry if I come across as off-putting."
I curl my finger into a c-shape before laying it underneath her malenky chin, lifting it up so as to have her smot into my glazzies. I govoreet nothing for a moment, not even smiling or glaring at her or anything of the sort, my bratties. She smots back at me in the same fashion, waiting and studying me with her penetrating eyes…
"Don't apologize. It's quite fine by Uncle Alex if this is how you are with like lewdies, sweetpea," I smirk at her, making her smile just a malenky tomtick in return, "Let's lovet some rest. I'll be in my bedroom down the hallway if you need anything, right right?"
She silently giggles before whispering, "Right right."
The morning sun light spills into my room, and at 8 'o clock, I wake up feeling the freshest I've ever felt in years. I suppose domy is really ever the only mesto on Earth that will always give you the best spat, next to spatting in a five star hotel that I so wish to be in, not like those cheap rundown motel rooms that Bonnie and I rent out just to pretend we're very far from domy, O my brothers. I despise them… Nothing but cal and the cheap von of vodka all around, not to mention the malenky critters that scatter around from raz to raz.
In my same t-shirt and neezhnies from last nochy, I ittied straight to the vaysay with a bath robe in odin rock with intentions of shvatty a nice, hot shower. After this, I messel, I'll be meeting up with Bonnie in the Borehamwood's (Borehamwood, a town in southern Hertforshire is where I live, my lovelies.) local biblio, the same biblio where we first met of course, so that we can meet up to visit a nice malenky restaurant somewhere for brunch. I have about tree or four hours until brunching raz, of course, so for now it's em's choodessny ham and eggiwegs with masloed toast for breakfast.
I open the vaysay door, unprepared for what I'm about to viddy; There I viddy, completely in the nagoy, is Riley with like her back turned to me and combing out her bone-straight mousy brown luscious glory, her bra-strap length voloss appearing more shinier than last nochy. I smirk before slamming the door behind me with like just my rook, and she turns around immediately, O my brothers.
I am too skorry, for when she viddied Your Humble Narrator, her glazzies widen and her rot opens to shriek, but I lunge at her and put a rook right over her rot, her creech muffed in it instead. Skorry I wrap my other rock around her midsection with like her arms trapped in it, and she struggles just like anyone normally would, but I could only chuckle.
"Morning, sweetums," I govoreeted with like a mischievous grin, "Just shvatted a shower, I viddy, yes?"
She continues to struggle and creeching into my rook. I shake my gulliver and itty 'tut tut tut'.
"Such a rude malenky devotchka. Haven't your parents taught you any manners?"
She stops creeching but still continues to physically struggle free. Too baddiwad I'm more than twice stronger than her, O my brothers. It is then, I smot down to check out her temple… She is quite a skinny dama, just a tomtick of curves but not enough to get most chellovecks too excited over, and she has a malenky set of groodies and bums, nothing to write domy about, you viddy.
Still… she does smot like she has rabbited out before, because her plott has a very nice sleek definition to it, and with like her adorable malenky rooks and nogas, her gentle litso and beautiful noir eyes… they all certainly makes up for the lack of curves.
My glazzies flicks up at her litso, and I start to smeck, for her litso was the reddest I've ever viddied on anyone else before.
"I'll let go if you promise not to be a drama queen about it to em and pee, yes? Will you do that for Uncle Alex?"
She nods hastily, and I gently let itty of her rot. Her glazzies start to well up real horrorshow with like razrezzes in embarrassment. My other rock is still around her, and I can't help but think she's either a virgin or just generally a very inexperienced devotchka to be so awkward about being nagoy in front of a chelloveck like this.
"Appy polly loggies, dorogoy. You haven't much experiences like this often?"
She shakes her gulliver, "No. Could you… Could you please let go of me? I'll quickly get out of the bathroom so you can shower… just let go of me, please…"
I stare at her as her glazzies were down elsewhere, avoiding my penetrating glazzies, and I relax my rock so that she can move away from me. I don't smot anywhere else but her, and my baddiwad grin is enough to make her hurry up and put on her bathrobe so she can scram. She reaches for the door handle and opens it a malenky, when I push my rook against it so that it will slam shut again, O my brothers. She jumps a malenky bit, gasping, before I push my plott against her back, her groodies pushing against the door before I dip my chin down so that I can whisper into her ooko.
"You're so cute when you're scared. Just letting you know." I smile before I shvat a step back so she can skorry open the door and rush out.
I couldn't help but of course smeck at her expense.
After dressing up in black dress pants, white dress shirt (with matching coloured suspenders), black and white wingtip sabogs and my dorogoy starry droog Mr. Black Derby Shlapa, I come out of the vaysay all nice and clean for today's adventures with Bonnie-dearest. I stretch a malenky before slooshying a crack in my back, and after slooshying it I become satisfied immediately and itty down the hallway to follow the von of breakfast that is coming from the kitchen, O my brothers.
There I viddy em flipping pancakes and pee sitting in the kitchen table peeting orange juice and reading the morning gazetta. And sitting directly the opposite of him, I viddy Riley with her real dobby table manners shiving the ham with her nozh and fork apart, before she shoves her fork into odin malenky lomtick of it to mesto it in her rot to eat. Her luscious glory is still wet from her shower, and her glazzies flick up to Your Humble Narrator the second I boldly announce my arrival;
"Morning all! Hope you all had a nice rest from last nochy!" I come up to em to plant a malenky lubbilub on her cheek, before goolying towards odin chair that is near between Riley and pee, and the decision ookadeeties them feeling a malenky tomtick uncomfortable so. I can't help but feel a tomtick offended…
I sit down before staring at pee openly with like hard glazzies, my arms resting on the table, "What be the problem, pee? Are you shaking in fear at the mere sight of your odin and only son?"
He straightens up awkwardly in his seat, "Not now, Alex. We have a guest here."
I turn my gulliver towards Riley's direction with like an indifferent expression, my goobers scrunching up to odin side of my litso in a way. She just stares at me, brows furrowed together and rot hanging open just a malenky, as if she just witnessed something odd right before her.
"Now where are you heading off to, mister?" Em playfully taunts me before laying down a plate of my breakfast right before me before sitting down to enjoy her own.
I nachinat to cut my ham before replying, "I'm ittying to meet up with Bonnie, you viddy. Today be the day of our, dare I govoreet, tenth month anniversary?"
"Oh, just a couple of more months and you two will be officially be dating for one year together!" Em whispers excitedly, "I suppose your days of running around with different women are over at long last."
"Good riddance to those days," I slooshy my pee govoreet in a monotone goloss, "I'm tired of seeing different women in your bedroom. Makes me sick to my stomach, really."
"I haven't any venereal diseases. Alex always uses latex!" I govoreet boldly before shvatty a bite of my ham. I watch as pee sets the papers down to give me a hard stare. I only smile wider at him.
"Not at the table, Alex." He merely govoreets, before slowly averting his glazzies back to the gazettas again. It is then I just remember the odd conversation that he and em had when I arrived yesterday… Something about someone being loveted and not learning through their son, which is I of course, and the curiosity is eating at me…
"Pee?"
He doesn't smot up at me, bratties, but he hums, "Hm?"
"The conversation you and em had when I arrived the other day… what was that all about?"
Silence, O my brothers. I watch in confusion when I viddy pee's glazzies widen in sheer strack and skin fading to white. My glazzies flick towards em's direction, and even she smots like she is about to vomit. Finally… my glazzies flick towards Riley's direction, and there she has this solemn expression, almost as if no matter what sloochats, she won't be scared for what was about to sloochat.
I smot at my pee once I slooshy him sigh.
"The State Jail has caught another delinquent. This wild young hoodlum…" His glazzies finally turn to smot into my own, "Like you once were."
I nod slowly before thrusting my bottom goober out and raising both of my eyebrows up as if almost unmoved by this news, "And?"
He hesitates before continuing, "Well… They'll be performing this aversion therapy… just like they did with you with the Ludovico Treatment, Alex."
Inside, my bratties, I am fuming like a boiling hot kettle ready to explode in white hot steam. They all haven't learned, have they? Ever since I ookadetted the crime jeezny to start a new, the crime rates have been reduced just a malenky tomtick, but still there are a lot of shaika members running around and causing mayhem, and even despite everything I ittied through thanks to the government and the lewdies dressed in white who performed the horrid treatment on me… They are still giving themselves the green light to continue on with like this ah-vur-shon therapy to inflict upon thugs of the nochy, O my brothers.
"Alex?"
It is like a switch has been turned off inside of me, because just that odin slovo that came from our petite, brunette guest, I immediately let itty of my inner rage and slowly turn to her with like a forced smile, "Yes?"
She stares at me a malenky tomtick before answering, "Nothing… You looked a little red, and I was worried…"
I stare openly at her with the forced grin still, wanting very much to beat her within the last inch of her jeezny. It's not that I hate her, oh no, and it certainly isn't because she isn't annoying me with like her presence… I just find her to be the perfect person to become my personal fisting soomka, honestly.
"Do not worry over Uncle Alex, dorogoy," I wink at her, "I'll be gone for the entire day but this nochy I'll be back before supper will be set on the table. We'll bond over in my room where I can introduce to you my favorite musical artist, that being Ludwig Van. Righty right?"
She smiles gently before nodding, "It's a date, then."
"No no no," I shake a finger at her, "Bonnie is my cheena and you are just a droog."
"Oh, but of course." Riley govoreets, silently giggling. How did she get to be so horrorshow?
"Great then!" My pee boldly interrupts our conversation before setting down the gazettas, "Let's just finish our breakfast so that we can hurry on out with our personal errands, yes?"
We all silently comply by eating our breakfast without any further slovo. My glazzies flick over to Riley, and my heart tightens when I realize that her glazzies never ookadetted me, and her glazzies squints at me in a droogie way, her rot munching on a lomtick of the sunny side-up eggiweg hungrily. I smile at her in return.
Still… the messel over what pee govoreeted me still holds a special mesto in my rassoodock long after I ookadetted the century domy tower block to itty visit Bonnie, O my brothers and only friends.