Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

Soon I when I was sleeping with a restless reaching feeling but did
not know what I was reaching for. I got up and walking, but soon
found I was stalking that I could utilize for more than just an easy
conversation, or an evening's inspiration. Now the was right for
something more. As I I thought of flies that stuck to sticky pecan
pies that people put upon the window sill, and how those fine fat
would feed until they their greed then buzzed about in panic
till they died. Knowing where my feet take me if I kept on moving,
made me see myself exactly like those flies. Drawn into a that
with some consideration would fulfill its smiling smell. But there
was no in my step or in my making sure the door was quiet when
it closed. And as I into the darkness, I could sense a wakened
sharpness penetrating within the room. Then I touched her arm and
throat, and found beneath my hand a coat of though the night was
not too warm. The other one was deeply, so I thought he must be
sleeping, but again I wasn't really sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," someone whispered and I fingers of my own around her
wrists which strangely were secure behind her as I to mount and bind
her to myself wit force I could not hold. Then I seemed to a snicker
but I was so busy her that I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made should not
into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire that I no could control. I was first to see the flashing
blinding light of liquid lasing out arms, but my spread to my
writhing young companions who were lost in cream that soon
crack and fade away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the bonds had
been denied, I told them that we should do this again. BUt I it would
be wrong to play these games of weak and strong without me around
to help them the dangers in it, for there were so many and they
simply were too to understand.