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The time was nearing midnight and the people in the bar were getting smaller. Tomorrow is a working day, and the institution was not one of those where nightlife usually rages. On the TV above the counter, a half-naked girl languidly stroked her own body, twisting herself around a pole. Oleg and Genka, finishing up what kind of beer in the evening, which is no longer accounting for beer, lazily exchanged views on life. It turned out that both lives - shit. And the money for both is not enough, and the bosses at work - goats, and even at home, with their wives, not all eyes ...
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The quiet of Saturday morning pierced the ringtone. - Sash, well, take it! Who is this early ...? - Olga put her head under the pillow. - Yes! Hi, Dad! - Alexander reluctantly got out of bed and walked out of the room. - No, we are not sleeping. Yep
Minutes after 10 returns. Bending over the half-opened girl, gently kisses her shoulder. - Sunny, get up, coffee is ready. Dad called. They have already landed. Come to us.
Olga leaned out from under the pillow sweet ...
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Minutes after 10 returns. Bending over the half-opened girl, gently kisses her shoulder. - Sunny, get up, coffee is ready. Dad called. They have already landed. Come to us.
Olga leaned out from under the pillow sweet ...
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"Curiosity and boredom, pushing women to the most reckless acts"
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“Telephone” - Mitya unbuckled the lock of his jacket, but the bell ended.
One missed call. Mitya opened the message and pressed the call. Waiting for the connection with the subscriber, interrupted the call.
A few seconds later the call came.
- Yes, Marin, hello.
- Mitya, hello. Where are you now?
- I'm going home.
- Close?
- No, only I left the bus.
- What is the stop?
- Mitya ...
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“Telephone” - Mitya unbuckled the lock of his jacket, but the bell ended.
One missed call. Mitya opened the message and pressed the call. Waiting for the connection with the subscriber, interrupted the call.
A few seconds later the call came.
- Yes, Marin, hello.
- Mitya, hello. Where are you now?
- I'm going home.
- Close?
- No, only I left the bus.
- What is the stop?
- Mitya ...
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Cathy did not know what to expect on that fateful day when she entered the shop hidden at the far end of the shopping center. She only knew that the old spark between her and her boyfriend Jake had long been extinguished. Her fiance got a second job so that the two of them could move into their own home, because of this, he began to spend less time with her, which of course affected their relationship. The girl used to lie in an embrace with his big muscular body after several periods of their hot love, which ...
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I was going home from work. Pouring fine snow. Gusts of wind beautifully circled before the eyes of white snowflakes. I put on the hood and looked at my feet. Mostly puddles froze and lacked more will fall along the road. It is good that now the holidays and the students did not spoil the mood. Yes, and preparing for tomorrow is not necessary. I will prepare dinner for my husband and it will be possible to watch a couple of hours or watch something on television or sit on social networks. My husband will still return from work only after 18. I stopped at a traffic light and looked ...
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To say that after the incident, in relations between Bolshakov, as a manufacturer of scenery and Bestuzhev, who was interested in the quick and qualitative execution of these dramatic changes, would not have happened.
Having praised a couple of days: “You don’t come to see me, Nina Georgievna, and I don’t have to do this work without you ...”
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Having praised a couple of days: “You don’t come to see me, Nina Georgievna, and I don’t have to do this work without you ...”
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Tonight the lady of the priestess was to arrive tonight. In the afternoon, Olezhka and I were wandering around the restaurant, now to the photographer, then to the shops - in general, we got tired.I cautiously hinted to the bridegroom that it would still be possible with the limousines. Like, a certain distant relative learned about the wedding and wants to make a gift. Oleg cheered up - he also wanted everything on the highest level, and he knew how important this was for me. The main thing is that he did not begin to find out from his parents what kind of relative. To that ...
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From the author. This story is not a continuation of the novel "The cult of the female body" (on which, I hasten to assure, is underway). However, his main character is from there. This is a kind of alternative line, bonus track. Enjoy reading!
1. The girl is ripe
The doorbell rang when Christina just stepped out of the bathroom, barely wrapping herself in a small terry towel. She didn’t wait for anyone and thought that the parents had probably returned, forgetting to take something with them to the country house. Christine discovered ...
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1. The girl is ripe
The doorbell rang when Christina just stepped out of the bathroom, barely wrapping herself in a small terry towel. She didn’t wait for anyone and thought that the parents had probably returned, forgetting to take something with them to the country house. Christine discovered ...
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Chopping heels, down the street, skipping, was an incredibly beautiful girl. She did not walk, but practically ran, one might even say, flew, jumping over puddles. It was a beautiful day, despite the fact that a short May rain had just passed, and the water was spreading along the sidewalks. Immediately after the May thunderstorm, the sun peeped out, giving the world its warmth and smoothing the faces of passersby with smiles.
Men involuntarily looked at the girl in a hurry somewhere. In a strict, elegant suit, consisting of a short ...
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Men involuntarily looked at the girl in a hurry somewhere. In a strict, elegant suit, consisting of a short ...
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Silence was broken by a doorbell. Something Daisy today early. Today he is not on the flight, on repair, until the end of the working day a couple more hours, and he is already here, as here. We must meet.
I put the spoon, which was stirring the soup, and went to open. But it was not her husband who turned out to be on the door, Oleg, a friend of her husband from early childhood, stood in the door with a backpack on his shoulder. I am two years younger than them, and for as long as I can remember, they were always together. In the yard they were even called brothers, and not only because ...
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I put the spoon, which was stirring the soup, and went to open. But it was not her husband who turned out to be on the door, Oleg, a friend of her husband from early childhood, stood in the door with a backpack on his shoulder. I am two years younger than them, and for as long as I can remember, they were always together. In the yard they were even called brothers, and not only because ...
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