Open the gates that lead to an universe made of pettiness and abjection..Exhibitionist of corrupted soul,r****t of consciousness,perpetual example of ...the human nature..Nobody, ever, reached the fulfillment the vile thief achieved..The fat lady dances like a spinning topand the usual costumers,lost c***dren that talks a lot and says nothing,jump over her..The fat lady dances like a spinning topand hundreds of multicolor teethpierce her fleshtrying to reach the boneThe fat lady dances like a. She was appropriately dressed not only for the upscale restaurant, but for the business meeting to follow after lunch. She was wearing a sleek black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and rested above the knee, black high heel pumps and a scarlet plum button down blouse that was opened at the top revealing a black lace camisole. Her jewelry was understated and the tailored black suit jacket hugged her figure. She looked every bit as professional as she did sexy. Amanda was taller than most. He lead Angique inside. Kristie hesitated for a second. Then she followed with a mute sigh.Both women had changed into dresses similar to the ones her emotional breakdown had ruined. Her own was a sky blue silk with a precarious decolleté. It would only hang on to her nipples as long as she kept them excited. That seemed the easiest task of this evening. It would take her the rest of the night to get used to not wearing anything under it at all.The hem of the dress, like the first one, hardly. They were university students, forestry and fisheries studies. They were truly Gretchen’s nieces, the daughters of her older sister. Allen briefly described his life on Wall Street and his successful work that led him to Norway for the week. Gretchen called the group to supper. Smoked fish, cheese, wine, dried fruit…a typical Scandinavian winter meal. Afterwards, everyone gathered before the fire to finish their wine. They chatted aimlessly until the conversation waned off. Heidi started it..