Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Fat Flies

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