Love story : way to morgue

Way to morgue By Colin and Hugo Mai 2014 – Collège Immaculée Conception My name is Jennifer Rebecca Kelly but you can call me Bouboule, it is the nickname a French friend gave me, because I am very short and fat. Our first meeting took place at his... More

Way to morgue By Colin and Hugo Mai 2014 – Collège Immaculée Conception My name is Jennifer Rebecca Kelly but you can call me Bouboule, it is the nickname a French friend gave me, because I am very short and fat. Our first meeting took place at his house or rather his apartment, on the ground floor during a physiotherapy session. He had made an appointment with me on my Facebook page. Oh! I have forgotten to say I work as a physiotherapist … His eyes where wonderful and his face was so beautiful that angels fell when you looked at him. My life without him didn’t have any meaning: like chips without ketchup. Our story could be perfect but we had a problem: my husband, Michel _ I called him Jean-Mich-Mich_. My husband was a robust and straight man, because his father was a military who died a long time ago and his mother was a bodyguard for a rich man. He beat me all the time at home; because I didn’t want to do the washing-up. My hands are sensitive to washing-up liqu Less