Myrkarna Sachnoth Noctrum -

What should I do?

I was walking in Hamburgh earlier this summer, where I saw her on the corner of ReeperbahnStrasse and ErdungerweltbundensligeStrasse.
There she sat in the window, black as coal and gorgeous. I I glanced at my wife and hoped that she hadn't noticed where my eyes had been.

Me and my wife went back to the hotel after a lovely meal with my parents, but I couldn't stop thinking the black's smooth outlines.
I went online and searched for her on google until I was turning blue... But I finally found her! It's hard when you don't have a name or
anything, but since I remembered the location it was a bit easier. My wife came out of the shower and I shut the computer down. I was still
smart enough to bookmark the webpage.

We soon went back home to Denmark.
It didn't matter what I did, I couldn't forget her. I often woke up from daydreaming about her and blushed because of the thought.

I decided to call my mother and seek advice. "Forget her", she said. "If you go behind your wife's back, you will pay for it".
I couldn't forget her.
"What should I do?" I asked my friend Andreas. I described the black gold to him and he almost drooled. I didn't like the attention from him
but tried not to show it.
"If she's as hot as you describe her, she's most likely expensive!" he said. I nodded my head and said "Yes, I saw the price tag in her window...
She's expensive!"
"Ok, I suggest you save enough money, go to Germany and just pay for her" was the answer from my friend.
"Yes, but my wife will be mad! How can I hide this from her?" I asked.
He replied: "Hiding games are evil. Just go, spend some money and deal with the consequences when you get back home".

I decided to go for it. It was too tempting. She was just so gorgeous. So special

When I went to the ATM down town, my heart almost stopped.
The atm is in an infamous neighbourhood here in Odense, where, well, let's just say certain "things" are for "sale", just like in Germany this summer.

I looked at the window across the bank and there she was! No, it couldn't be the same one... Or what?
My heart fought harder when I walked across the street, blind to the traffic.
Horns were honked, tires wailed and upset drivers yelled. I didn't notice any of this.

There she was, black as coal and magnificent. I found a sensation in my whole body and just knew I had to get her because she would give me great pleasure.
I had to get her!
I walked in through the green dor and looked straight at her slimy pimp. I pointed at the window where she lay and pretended not to see me
and said "I want this one, what's the price?"
"No, not this one" the pimp said with a hoarse voice, "I've got another one, smaller, better... Maybe a bit more expensive, but I can see you
are a man that knows what he's talking about". He looked at me with a disgusting look on his pimply face.
"No thanks, I just want this one and no other", I said flat-footed. "Okay, okay, you're the boss", he said smooth-tongued. "2100 danish kroner if you
pay with cash!"
"Shit!", I said. "She wasn't this expensive in Germany this summer. Shouldn't the price be a bit lower so late in the summer?"
"Sorry, but we don't hustle the price here my friend. Capiche?" he said. I cursed in silence but payed the agreed price and and finally got to
lay my eyes on the glory.

What happened next is hazy...

But when I got home... Home to my wife who was pregnant of our little girl... I broke down and told her everything.
With an ice cold look she said "2100 dansih kroner? Huh, she was less expensive in Germany this summer. Do you really think I don't know you were
glancing your eyes at her? No, you've never known the art of keeping your face together when you see something interesting. God help us
if you'll start playing poker! And what did you do next? Don't tell me you chickened out? That would be like you, my dear".
I pulled myself together and told her "No darling, she's in the car."
My wife said "What's wrong with you? Get her and let me take a look" and I will always admire how calm she seemed.
I went out to get her and carried her over the threshold like a true gentleman.

Here she is.
The new...

My own Samsung Media Station!

<a href=http://www.boi.blog.is/img/tncache/120x120/06/boi/img/samsung_medialive.jpg> Isn't she gorgeous?</a>