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Autobiography of Evil Tester





Roberto
"Look, how cute pants.
Liliana and I were walking in the newly opened Shopping cute. I always hated shopping. The mall is for me the film and the food court. And everything else, just waiting for film and food, and breaks to smoke in open courtyards.
But for women, these rags that thrive behind the glasses have a different sense, a mysterious meaning. The clothes are for them as food: once you eat, you can not return to eat again and you have to buy more. As one repetition maximum allowed, analogous to the leftovers of the night. Then digested wardrobe, immersed in the perpetual state of imminent eruption, conjured by the accumulation of old new clothes, crammed into your large intestine. "You need pants
insisted Liliana. Saturday is the meeting at the home of your uncles and I will not go like a beggar.
Worse to go wipe the windows behind others, is to go towards the cloth itself. Once the process hassle of choosing the candidate-consistent pledge to give at least one full turn to Shopping, "continues the demeaning and uncomfortable test procedure.
"Not today," I ventured without much hope. Knew that would buy clothes and not I showered.
She turned and looked at me surprised, as if to say "how did not think what I thought?"
- And if not now, when? He asked.
There was no rational way to hold the coveted "never." However
insisted "Not sure what I mean post. I think they're bored.
Weak, very weak.
-I see you clean and fragrant, tester and within the means nobody will.
A hour and a half beaten to the line advanced testers a huge tent, behind a seller effeminate it shaking in tight jeans with her hair short, artificially earring white and nostril.
"I'll try and tell me how you left right? "He said reaching out his pants. I stay in and near here you call me.
I entered the dressing room in the garment hanging from the forearm. It was a nice cubicle with a bench, a large mirror at the back and various hangers on the wall. A very tall, heavy curtain isolated him from outside. The height of the curtain gave greater breadth, but in fact, was not more than one meter by one meter.
The first problem arose when I tried to close the curtain. The rod was about twelve feet tall and rather than pulling the curtain closed, the rings could not be shifted up there. Finally I got on the bench for the curtain to move closer to the rings and so I could close a little. However, I could not solve a huge chink of more than six inches that left me exposed to the world, with my smell and my socks with holes. After a certain feeling of helplessness before the problem, I managed to hook the curtain that opened a crack in the veneer of the divider panel.
I quickly took off my shoes and pants. Indeed, the left middle had a hole on the thumb. I stood before the mirror. The mirrors of the testers are under one display as it is, in all his humanity, but over time, that virtue is transformed into a defect. I was old and fat. The elastic of the underpants disappeared behind the folds that formed the main roll around my stomach and profuse wrinkles are piled at the end of the trigeminal nerve, just above the knee. I could also see that every thumbnail left for the condemned hole average. And I saw, to my horror and shame, that a very small boy crawling seeped beneath the curtain.
The devil walked to the middle of the room briefly and looked up. Nothing more grotesque for a very young child being alone with the hairy legs of a stranger in his sixties who looks in his underwear with the face of terror. The child made a gesture the absolute amazement and burst into tears. And in a moment with horror deduced the following scene: behind the cry of a young child there is always a young woman who will look for heaven and earth and has not stopped the mere shade of a tester.
- Nahuel! Where have you been son? "Said the weeping mother. And he went to the tester.
know I looked at the hole in the middle and bottom is that my bundle spied charred, hidden under his shirt. Stood up and smelled the child.
- Again, Nahuel! "He said. And to my surprise, came into the hall and shouted
"Mother, get me the bag I should change it again.
Then, as he enters the bakery, he entered a woman who just passed fifty with a green floral bag. I looked into his eyes sideways and went down to view entire route, stopping at the hole in the media. I felt as if lightning frightening me through the body. Then wrinkled her nose and turned away. Mother and daughter
appropriated the bench and began to change the child on brand pants.
Then, the seller told me from the hallway
- How have you been?
"I have a problem here," I said in obvious allusion to the intruders.
The boy happily opened the curtain with a broad gesture that left me less miserable cloth above the crowd as he journeyed down the hall. Looked at the boy and said
- Ay! That goldito cute! Did you poop on goldito milestone?
exchanged smiles with her mother and grandmother and ignoring me completely, leaving the curtain went loose.
"Ma'am, could go the other way to change the baby right? "I protested.
-All testers are busy. And, Nahuel chose this. Hold, "she said.
held the wet and soft object to notice that was served diaper himself, absorbed in "the goldito poop." The pulled immediately below the bench.
- Aj! That ugly, lady! Grandma looked
my crotch and said
"The pot calling the kettle died.
Immediately afterwards, a very busy girl entered the fitting room and without even looking at us crashed into the divider panel and started to peer out through the crack of the curtain. Not count more than seventeen years. His hair was lank and greasy, short, black and shaggy, black lipstick and mascara absolute blackness, two silver piercings in one eyebrow and lower lip. She wore a black leather vest, a black miniskirt, black military boots and a silver bracelet on leg, links wide, set in the middle of the calf. Two cablecito out of their ears and were lost in a vest pocket barullito hissing spitting a style AC / DC. Suddenly left the surveillance, he pushed me and stood behind me, attached to the mirror, with a mixture of fear and excitement in his face, still panting.
He then joined his companion. It was a sort of hybrid human gorilla. No more than the feet nine, but so would have to measure your back. Her whole body exuded hours and hours of free time in the gym. His head was shaved and two wrinkles in the neck that appeared and disappeared as he shook his head. His face was angular and primitive: high cheekbones, slanted eyes, thin eyebrows. A monkey. Muscular tight shorts and wide.
I moved with his forearm as if I too was a curtain and slipped behind me, crushing the girl against the dark mirror. They began to insult with vulgar words too.
"Please, there are creatures," the grandmother of "poop goldito that milestone."
was ignored.
At that point, it was clear that I did not prove his pants, so I managed to rescue my old jean pinching the crowd with calzármelo and readiness to flee.
But it was not possible because at the time he made his entry into the tester a very Fat perfect outfit, face stern and central baldness coming looking at the floor, with a cell phone in the ear.
- Let's see now ... Now I'm listening. Do you hear me? Well. Here yes. Here's a good sign.
and posted in front of the mother and daughter, crushing them slightly against the background.
- I told the fat man said, if the star is massive enough, up to ten solar masses, then its gravity squeezes protons crowding, enabling the combustion of hydrogen into helium, as is the case of our Sun is
interrupted to better accommodate your pasty body, which was embedded in the stomach of the grandmother.
"Excuse me ma'am," he said with respect.
"No problem" she said with a smile and a blush which showed a preference to die crushed by a big cult, before dying of old.
As this happened, a sudden movements were behind me. I looked at the floor and noticed that the boxer shorts and the ape-man had made an accordion, shriveled up to his ankles. I turned my head as I could and I was stunned. The dark girl had ridden back hugging his legs and he was addressing the mirror. He said the girl dark curses and panting and whimpering.
- Fill me! Fill me! "She said. And he added, more specifically how I filled it all!
Meanwhile, since the hall began to arrive in the English language half the cry of a hawker of candy and ham and cheese sandwiches. "I have given
hungry," said the mother of "goldito" -. And surely Nahuel must also be hungry. To see if this guy has some rich cookie that the child can eat.
And to me, he said.
- Do not call me boy, you are near the aisle?
I should have said I was crazy. I should have said that they were all crazy. Please
- "He added. And he took my arm with her soft little hand, almost making me a touch, as I looked irresistible tenderness, sitting on the bench, with the child in her arms, as if the statue of a goddess of fertility, causing the man the product of his lust made sweetness in her lap, a goddess who now looked at me and begged me was all mine on that appeal.
I should say they were all crazy, but cracked open the curtain and called the boy. Damn women.
The boy was a dark, indeed Africa, who spoke little English. Around the neck with a thick belt, carrying a kind of display wooden steps starting at the level chest and ended below the pelvis, emplacement forward, left and right, usurping the space obscenely.
The seller of sweets income situation became critical in the tester. No one felt the butt of squeezed against my grandmother, also felt his flaccid meat calarme recess. His right leg dark girl under my armpit and everything else was the physical physical, suffocating with immeasurable abdomen, which was taking the shape of any voids. As they moved the candy seller, the ape-man deepened his performance, the grandmother he embraced the physical and squeezed the phone against his ear as if to avoid disturbing.
's mother had already bought two sandwiches and was now looking for a cookie to "goldito" make more poop. In its rearward relax, but without leaving the saddle, the dark girl asked for some cool drink.
"Yes. Having to drink, "said the dark and peered into the hallway.
- Germain! "He called. Ven. Here customers to drink fresh.
Germain was a tall, blond, tanned and very handsome. He approached the tester followed by an entourage of teenage girls dressed in school uniform, wielding a drink excuse to get close to Adonis. And he went
the blonde with styrofoam coolers full of drinks. The physicist had to crouch a bit so that the boy progressed little more than walking on his abdomen. I felt the pressure throughout the body, manifesting with peaks of intensity here and there. In search of living space, I was crouching and my left ear was glued to the ape-man's shoulder, while the rest of my body lay flat against your back, legs curled up chaotically with the girl's dark. Crouched the fat, the most prominent portion of his stomach squeezing my pelvis with a uniform and compressive pressure against the legs of the monkey, locked and stiff in his posture of intercourse. At a time I thought my testicles were still in two pieces just because of the Pauli exclusion principle.
- Got Beer? He asked the girl without ever getting off the ape-man. The Adonis stirred
coolers and snapped a brand of lager.
- Okay, "said the dark girl.
I felt the opening snap of the can and some ice cold beer dripping on my back. Behind
Adonis began to enter the girls schoolgirls tester. There were six or seven. I could not see, but I felt her giggle and scatter through the holes intersect a skinny leg between mine. Some said
"Sir, you a hole in her stocking.
"Yes," said the grandmother and the smell of wild goat is no longer supported.
"We have to shower more often, Uncle," he said the ape-man, still come and go.
schoolgirls giggling erupted in some of them while digging the hole in my stocking with her skinny finger. I felt a great shame. After all did not want to buy pants today. Reason why he had agreed doomed? I was not guilty of the situation. He had made it clear from the outset: "I have not showered," I have a hole in the media. " But no, you have to buy the pants today, if not today will never, you can not go to the meeting of your family like a beggar, if you like a beggar, what think of me?. And you accessed and undressed in a fitting public, aware of their smells and holes. And now, when the public demanded, was not to defend her position.
"Once all the hydrogen is consumed, the physical voice was muffled the reaction stops and the internal pressure weakens again allowing gravity to win the battle and further compress the star. When the gravitational pressure reaches its critical value, the helium burning begins.

Al tester People kept coming. Came and came. They came wielding a finite part of the infinite number of reasons that could have an individual to enter a fitting room is busy. Variegated reasons, some worthy of consideration; ridiculous, the majority. And many came for no reason. I lost count the two hundred and seventeen, when we began to transform into a mass of flesh and bones interspersed distorted by the struggle of space, twisted like a coven of spiders in a bun hugging unintelligible. Stretched. Intertwined. Was the physical, recounting the birth of the neutron star, with mobile phone made a thin film, copying the intricacies of your ear. And there The girl was completely dark and devouring the ape-man, who had broken his pelvis back while fully disappeared into the girl, and there were the schoolgirls, crossed like toothpicks on the floor. And the coolers of Adonis had been pulverized and one by one, all the bottles had imploded. And because the veins were a confused mass, as traces of a multicolored marble cake, writhing in psychedelic variations, always set the strict geometry of the parallelepiped.
And with the merger of the bodies, I began to feel the other souls. Feelings were like sparks of alien invading my head: I felt the sensation to penetrate the dark girl, but also of being penetrated by the ape-man, I found myself calculating the schedule of my days, female, I asked if the spin of the testicles would be half-integer, I worried about the timing of the Nahuel milk; I was urinating like a little girl in front of the naked Adonis and Adonis felt surrounded be innumerable lust. Then I realized that they were merging consciences, that the minds of others and were inside the mine and soon I would be in other minds. And the others would know my lies, you will know my tricks, all my meanness, hidden my habits, my primitive instincts, fears and my own stupidity. And also the hole in the middle was this unseemly stain on the inside of my slip.
I felt terror. "I tasted
pants, Roberto," said Liliana from the hallway.
not answered. I was terrified by the idea of \u200b\u200btranscending to the minds of others, and absolutely open, helpless, helpless exposed to the consideration of anyone. I felt I was dying of shame. Is it possible? I thought not. I wanted that. Pleaded not.
Liliana came to the tester. Was quickly absorbed by the dense mass that we were, forming a oval upholstered us all and began to deform inward in a million shins while winning the pores remained.

I heard her say "You were right Bob, you have a little smell of perspiration.
Then, confirming my worst fears, I heard someone's voice from the bottom answer:
- and I shit, Liliana, I told you!