De Zwarte Weduwe - deel 2 - Carl McMurphy
The Black Widow - part 2 - Carl McMurphy
De volgende ochtend werd ze met een ongelooflijke honger wakker. Dat was wel goed want nu kon ze iets betekenen in de hotdog-knaag wedstrijd. Ze moest het opnemen tegen een lange knappe donkere man met de naam Bryan. Hij dacht dat hij wel kon winnen door vriendelijk naar haar te knipogen. Maar ze was er immuun voor.
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The next morning she woke with an incredable hunger. That was a good thing cause that way she could at least mean someting in the hotdog-munching competition. She had to go up against a tall handsome dark guy called Bryan. He thought he could get his win by winking friendly at her. She was imune for that.
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The next morning she woke with an incredable hunger. That was a good thing cause that way she could at least mean someting in the hotdog-munching competition. She had to go up against a tall handsome dark guy called Bryan. He thought he could get his win by winking friendly at her. She was imune for that.
"Maak je klaar... Op je plaats!" hoorde ze de wedstrijd leider roepen. Meteen namen ze beiden hun positie in om het snelst een nieuwe hotdog te grijpen en in hun mond te douwen. "Succes!" fluisterde Bryan nog snel. "Ik denk dat jij daar heel wat meer van kan gebruiken." Grija grijnsde naar hem. Toen ging de bel en was de wedstrijd in volle gang.
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"Get ready... On your marks!" she heard the competition directioner call out. Immediately they both took position to grab the fastest a new hotdog and stuff their faces with them. "Good luck!" whispered Bryan quickly. "I think you may need a lot of that" Grija grinned at him. Then the bell went and the game was afoot.
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"Get ready... On your marks!" she heard the competition directioner call out. Immediately they both took position to grab the fastest a new hotdog and stuff their faces with them. "Good luck!" whispered Bryan quickly. "I think you may need a lot of that" Grija grinned at him. Then the bell went and the game was afoot.
Graaien, kauwen, slikken, het moest allemaal super snel gedaan worden. Een paar keer was Grija bijna gestikt, de man naast haar ademde diep en snel terwijl hij zich door zijn berg met hotdogs probeerde te eten. Het was nek aan nek maar zodra ze even opzij keek wist ze het al... Zij zou winnen.
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Grabbing, chewing, swallowing, it needed to be done in a high speed. A couple of times Grija nearly chocked, the guy next to her breathed fast as he tried to eat his way through the pile of hotdogs. It was close but as she glanced at his plate she knew already... She would win.
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Grabbing, chewing, swallowing, it needed to be done in a high speed. A couple of times Grija nearly chocked, the guy next to her breathed fast as he tried to eat his way through the pile of hotdogs. It was close but as she glanced at his plate she knew already... She would win.
Ze kon horen hoe hij meer en meer worstelde terwijl ze door aten. Zij dronk niet tussendoor, een fout die Bryan wel maakte. Soms kon ze hem horen boeren. Ze haatte dat als mannen dat deden. Hadden ze dan geen fatsoen?
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She could hear how he struggled more and more as they ate on. She did not drink inbetween, a mistake Bryan did make. Sometimes she heard him burp. She hated it when men did that. Did they not have any sense of decentcy?
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She could hear how he struggled more and more as they ate on. She did not drink inbetween, a mistake Bryan did make. Sometimes she heard him burp. She hated it when men did that. Did they not have any sense of decentcy?
En dan... Werd de laatste hotdog door haar keel gestampt. Zwaar ademend stond ze daar en probeerde zichzelf te herstellen terwijl Bryan nog stond te ploeteren. "Pfff, pfff" ademende ze diep in en uit om te voorkomen dat haar maag het allemaal in een grote bal van deeg en vlees terug zou sturen. Deze competitie was niet voor watjes, dat was duidelijk.
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And then... The last hotdog had been pushed through her throat. Heavy breathing she stood there to compose herself first as Bryan still was struggeling. "Pffff pfffff" she breathed deeply in and out to prevent her stomach from sending it all back in one large ball of meat and dough. This competition was not for the soft hearted that much was clear.
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And then... The last hotdog had been pushed through her throat. Heavy breathing she stood there to compose herself first as Bryan still was struggeling. "Pffff pfffff" she breathed deeply in and out to prevent her stomach from sending it all back in one large ball of meat and dough. This competition was not for the soft hearted that much was clear.
Ze had gewonnen, ze wist het en toen ze haar naam hoorde aankondigen als winnaar keek ze naar Bryan die nog steeds moeite had met zelfs maar een beetje lucht te ademen. "Zei ik je al knapperd. Maar geen hatelijke gevoelens hoor, de volgende keer zal ik liever voor je zijn." grinnikte ze naar hem met de meest verleidelijke glimlach die ze maar kon opbrengen. Bryan kon niet meer bewegen toen hij dat zag.
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She had won, she knew she would and as she heard her name being anounced as the winner she looked at Bryan, who still had trouble even getting a bit of air in. "Told you handsome. But no hard feelings, next time I will be milder for you." She grinned at him with the most seductive smile she could muster. Bryan was frozen completely seeing it.
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She had won, she knew she would and as she heard her name being anounced as the winner she looked at Bryan, who still had trouble even getting a bit of air in. "Told you handsome. But no hard feelings, next time I will be milder for you." She grinned at him with the most seductive smile she could muster. Bryan was frozen completely seeing it.
Ze hoorde dat ze een weekvoorraad aan hotdogs gewonnen had. Geweldig! Niet dat ze ook maar in de verste verte de mogelijkheid had om dat goed te houden voor die tijd, maar ze had in ieder geval haar maag weer lekker vol en dat was wat eigenlijk telde. Dat ze gewonnen had was alleen maar een extraatje.
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She heard she had won a complete weeks worth of hotdogs. Great! Not that she was even remotely able to keep them good through the time but never the less she had filled her stomach plenty at this time, and that was what actually counted for her. The winning, was just a plus.
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She heard she had won a complete weeks worth of hotdogs. Great! Not that she was even remotely able to keep them good through the time but never the less she had filled her stomach plenty at this time, and that was what actually counted for her. The winning, was just a plus.
Zodra niemand meer aandacht aan haar besteedde glipte Grija naar de toiletten en spoelde de hotdogs door het riool. Ze wilde niet dat er ook maar iemand profijt had van de moeite die zij genomen had om te winnen.
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As soon as no one payed any attention to her any longer, Grija sneeked off to the toilets and flushed the hotdogs through the sewer. She did not want any one else to even have profit from her effort and winnings.
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As soon as no one payed any attention to her any longer, Grija sneeked off to the toilets and flushed the hotdogs through the sewer. She did not want any one else to even have profit from her effort and winnings.
Terwijl ze weer naar buiten kwam stond er een man op haar te wachten, met een grote glimlach op zijn gezicht en zijn hand uitgestoken. "Jij bent vast Grija, het nieuwe meisje in de stad." Sprak hij met een vriendelijke, warme stem. Het kostte haar slechts een seconde om haarzelf onder bedwang te houden en niet meteen in de defensieve houding te schieten, het lukte haar om terug te lachen en accepteerde zijn hand. "Dat ben ik inderdaad. En wie heeft hier het genoegen om mij in een nogal gênante positie van het nadeel te zien?" grapte ze. "Ik ben Carl McMurphy, de eigenaar van deze plek."
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As she came out there was this man waiting for her, with a big smile on his face he walked over with outstretched hand "You must be Grija, the new girl in town." He spoke, a friendly warm voice. Only a second Grija needed to keep a restrain on her instant defence mode, managed to smile back as she accepted his hand "That would be me indeed. And to whom do I owe the pleasure to have me in this rather embarrasing disadvantage?" she joked. "I am Carl McMurphy, the owner of this lot."
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As she came out there was this man waiting for her, with a big smile on his face he walked over with outstretched hand "You must be Grija, the new girl in town." He spoke, a friendly warm voice. Only a second Grija needed to keep a restrain on her instant defence mode, managed to smile back as she accepted his hand "That would be me indeed. And to whom do I owe the pleasure to have me in this rather embarrasing disadvantage?" she joked. "I am Carl McMurphy, the owner of this lot."
Meteen trok Grija een wenkbrauw op en bekeek de man zorgvuldig. "Ahhh dus jij bent de man waar zovelen over spreken." Glimlachte ze mysterieus. "Ik kan alleen maar hopen dat er geen slechte dingen over me gezegd worden." Reageerde Carl. Grija schudde haar hoofd "Niet echt, maar ze praten wel over je." Ze keek even rond voor ze zich weer tot de man richtte "Ze zeggen dat je de schoonzoon uit de hemel bent."
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Immediately Grija raised a brow and looked the man over carefully. "Ahhh so you are the man so many people are talking about." She smiled mysteriously. "All I can do is hope that there are no bad things told about me" Carl responded. Grija shook her head "Not really, but they do talk about you." she looked around before adressing him again "They say you are the son in law send from heaven."
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Immediately Grija raised a brow and looked the man over carefully. "Ahhh so you are the man so many people are talking about." She smiled mysteriously. "All I can do is hope that there are no bad things told about me" Carl responded. Grija shook her head "Not really, but they do talk about you." she looked around before adressing him again "They say you are the son in law send from heaven."
Carl barstte in een lachen uit. "Nou dat is wel apart, want ik kan me niet herinneren dat ik ooit een vriendin gehad heb dat ouders zulke dingen zijn gaan zeggen." Grija had de zin gebruikt om uit te vinden of Carl op het moment geen vrouw had of dat ze moest rekenen op behoorlijk felle competitie. Mannen met een relatie waren altijd het moeilijkst om over te halen omdat de vrouwen ze beschermden. "Werkelijk? Wil je nou echt zeggen dat ze je helemaal zonder bewaking laten rond rennen?" Knipoogde ze naar hem. Haar geflirt raakten wel doel bij Carl.
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Carl burst out in a laughter. "Well that is curious, for I do not even recall having had a girlfriend to have the parents to say such things." Grija had used the line to find out if Carl currently was without a girl or that she could expect some fierce competition. Men with a relation were always the most difficult to persuade, cause the females protected them. "Really now? You want to say they let you run around unguarded?" she winked at him. Her flirtatious moves clearly found ground with Carl.
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Carl burst out in a laughter. "Well that is curious, for I do not even recall having had a girlfriend to have the parents to say such things." Grija had used the line to find out if Carl currently was without a girl or that she could expect some fierce competition. Men with a relation were always the most difficult to persuade, cause the females protected them. "Really now? You want to say they let you run around unguarded?" she winked at him. Her flirtatious moves clearly found ground with Carl.
"Ik denk dat ze me wel veilig genoeg vinden om me op mijn eentje eruit te laten." Ging hij mee in haar humor. Grija liet haar hoofd naar één kant hangen en beet op haar lip alsof ze even nadacht. Toen nam ze een diepe teug lucht en liet die weer langzaam ontsnappen terwijl ze haar hoofd ontzet schudde "Wat een zonde, want je bent wel een hele knappe man." Carl grinnikte "Nou dank je wel voor dat compliment. Je bent wel heel direct he?" Grija knikte "Ik heb ervaren dat het altijd wel de beste benadering is van dingen."
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"I think they concider me safe enough to be let out on my very own." He went allong. Grija tilted her head a lsight and bit her lip as if she was thinking for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, let out a long sigh and shook her head in dismay "Such a shame, for you are quite a hansome man" Carl grinned "Well thank you for the compliment. You are straight forward aren't you?" Grija nodded "I have experianced that it always is the best approach."
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"I think they concider me safe enough to be let out on my very own." He went allong. Grija tilted her head a lsight and bit her lip as if she was thinking for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, let out a long sigh and shook her head in dismay "Such a shame, for you are quite a hansome man" Carl grinned "Well thank you for the compliment. You are straight forward aren't you?" Grija nodded "I have experianced that it always is the best approach."
Carl liet een donker rommelend geluid ontsnappen en trok nu zelf een wenkbrauw op terwijl hij Grija eens beter bekeek. "Ik begrijp het. En wat kan ik nog meer aan directe benaderingen van jou verwachten, knap mysterieus meisje dat er iets te lief uitziet om ook dat schoolmeiske te zijn waarnaar je je kleed?" Grinnikte hij. Hij mocht Grija. Ze was moedig, gemengd met een gepassioneerde opstandigheid die ingrediënten voor een veelbelovende relatie konden zijn als men open voor stond.
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Carl let a dark aproving rumble escape his throat as he now raised a brow and checked Grija over. "I see. And what other direct approaches can I expect from you, pretty mysterious girl that looks too sweet to actually be a schoolgirl even though you dress the part." He grinned. He liked Grija. She had some bravery in her, mixed with a passionate rebelliousness that were ingredients for a very promessing relation if one were open for it. Fierce, he believed, was the accurate word.
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Carl let a dark aproving rumble escape his throat as he now raised a brow and checked Grija over. "I see. And what other direct approaches can I expect from you, pretty mysterious girl that looks too sweet to actually be a schoolgirl even though you dress the part." He grinned. He liked Grija. She had some bravery in her, mixed with a passionate rebelliousness that were ingredients for a very promessing relation if one were open for it. Fierce, he believed, was the accurate word.
"Ohwww..." Sprak Grija wat lijzig "Ik weet niet of ik ook echt zo mysterieus ben. Maar ik zou mijzelf verraden als ik zou onthullen met wat voor een beelden ik in mijn hoofd loop die betrekking hebben of jou en mij..." Sprak ze raadselachtig. Hoewel, niet voor Carl, voor hem was het maar al te duidelijk wat ze bedoelde. "Werkelijk?" Hij nam haar hand in de zijne en zijn ogen ontmoette de hare "Zou je me er meer over willen vertellen zo...dat... Ik er ook een paar kan hebben?" Zijn stem zakte een paar tonen en Grija moest toegeven dat ie best sexy klonk op deze manier.
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"Ohwww..." Grija said slowly "I don't know if I am all that mysterious. But I would toot my own horn if I were to reveal what kind of pictures I have in my mind that involve you and me..." she spoke in a riddle. Although not for Carl, it was all too clear what she meant to him. "Really." He gently took her hand as his eyes locked with hers "Mind to elaborate on them a bit so... I can have some too?" His voice dropped a couple of tones and Grija had to admit he did sound very sexy this way.
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"Ohwww..." Grija said slowly "I don't know if I am all that mysterious. But I would toot my own horn if I were to reveal what kind of pictures I have in my mind that involve you and me..." she spoke in a riddle. Although not for Carl, it was all too clear what she meant to him. "Really." He gently took her hand as his eyes locked with hers "Mind to elaborate on them a bit so... I can have some too?" His voice dropped a couple of tones and Grija had to admit he did sound very sexy this way.
Grija deed een stap naar hem toe toen ze, door toeval of met opzet, dat was niet geheel duidelijk, struikelde en naar voren viel, recht in de armen van Carl. "Oops!" giegelde ze terwijl ze zichzelf staande probeerde te houden. Ze kon voelen hoe zijn sterke handen haar vasthielden en ze wist dat ze bloosde. Nou ja ze mocht dan wel neerkijken op mannen, dat wilde niet zeggen dat ze geheel ongevoelig was, redeneerde ze met haarzelf. Maar ze moest ook aan zichzelf toegeven, Carl was best een hele knappe man.
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Grija stepped a step towards him and then, either by accident or on purpose, that was unclear, she tripped and fell forward, straight into Carls arms "Oops!" She giggled as she tried to keep herself on her feet. She could feel how his strong hands held her and she just knew she was blushing. Well she may look down upon males did not mean she was not having any feelings at all now, she reasoned with herself. She had to admit to herself, this Carl was really a very good looking man.
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Grija stepped a step towards him and then, either by accident or on purpose, that was unclear, she tripped and fell forward, straight into Carls arms "Oops!" She giggled as she tried to keep herself on her feet. She could feel how his strong hands held her and she just knew she was blushing. Well she may look down upon males did not mean she was not having any feelings at all now, she reasoned with herself. She had to admit to herself, this Carl was really a very good looking man.
"Voorzichtig!" waarschuwde hij terwijl hij haar nog steviger vastpakte als even ervoor. Ze liet hem begaan. Maar ze wist ook wel dat ze heel erg voorzichtig moest zijn met deze man, anders zat er een goede kans in dat ze haar hart wel eens aan hem zou kunnen verliezen. En dat zou haar op een pad sturen die ze haar moeder had zien nemen, een route die ze zo vreselijk veracht had.
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"Carefull!" he warned her as he grabbed her even tighter then before. She let him. But she knew she had to be very carefull with this man, or she would be at risk loosing her heart to him. And that would send her straight down the path her mother went too, the path she despised so much.
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"Carefull!" he warned her as he grabbed her even tighter then before. She let him. But she knew she had to be very carefull with this man, or she would be at risk loosing her heart to him. And that would send her straight down the path her mother went too, the path she despised so much.
"Ik ben oké..." fluisterde ze terwijl ze stiekem tegen hem aanleunde en van zijn gespierde lichaam genoot. "Ik zou ook niet willen zien dat het anders was lieffie." Hij fluisterde ook, en was het haar fantasie of sloeg zijn stem een paar tonen over? Hoe schattig! WACHT! Dat was helemaal niet schattig, dat was gewoonweg zielig! Ze riep zichzelf terug naar de realiteit. Niet je hoofd verliezen over deze portemonnee, hij is er slechts voor het geld en niets anders dan dat, onthou dat goed meiske, sprak ze zichzelf streng toe.
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"I am fine..." she whispered as she leaned in against him and enjoyed his muscular body. "I would not want to see it any other way sweetness" He whispered, and was it her or did his voice skip a notch in tone there? How cute! BREAK! That was not cute, that was just pathetic! She called herself back to Earth again. Don't loose your head on this wallet, he is just for the money and nothing more, keep that in mind girl, she told herself in a strickt manner.
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"I am fine..." she whispered as she leaned in against him and enjoyed his muscular body. "I would not want to see it any other way sweetness" He whispered, and was it her or did his voice skip a notch in tone there? How cute! BREAK! That was not cute, that was just pathetic! She called herself back to Earth again. Don't loose your head on this wallet, he is just for the money and nothing more, keep that in mind girl, she told herself in a strickt manner.
"Je hebt goede reflexen." zei Grija terwijl ze zich voorzichtig losmaakte uit zijn armen en de knoop waar haar emoties haar in hadden verward. Hij glimlachte "Ik hoop het maar, zou er niet aan moeten denken dat er jou iets overkwam omdat ik... te... langzaam beweeg." Zijn laatste woorden verstierven in een gefluister terwijl hij wat haar uit haar gezicht haalde. Grija keek op naar hem en wist, hij was in haar web gevangen. Ze glimlachte.
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"You have good reflexes" Grija said as she carefully unraffled herself from his arms and the knot her emotion had brought her into. He smiled "I do hope so, would hate to think any harm came to you if I was moving... too... slow..." His last words died away in a whisper as he carefully brushed some hair from her face. Grija looked up at him and knew, he was caught in her web. She smiled.
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"You have good reflexes" Grija said as she carefully unraffled herself from his arms and the knot her emotion had brought her into. He smiled "I do hope so, would hate to think any harm came to you if I was moving... too... slow..." His last words died away in a whisper as he carefully brushed some hair from her face. Grija looked up at him and knew, he was caught in her web. She smiled.