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In the silence of the night the floor creaked treacherously. Julia stopped sniffing. Her mother, Tatiana Nikolaevna, froze in one place, afraid to move. My daughter mumbled something in her sleep and turned on her left side, her nose buried between the pillow and the wall. After a couple of moments, she sniffed even louder and Tatiana breathed a sigh of relief. She gently removed her foot from the creaking board and very slowly moved toward the bed. Ilya slept on his back without making a sound. The woman was breathing heavily, having seen the body in the night ...
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The story I want to tell happened in the first half of the 90s. At that time I worked as an endoscopist gastroenterologist in my native village, where I returned after working for several years in one seaside town (I wrote about it in the “forced enema” section. We had a mixed-type hospital, there were both new buildings and buildings before military construction. In one of these houses, and we had a KIZ (office of infectious diseases). Previously, he was in the clinic, but after ...
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I rate a woman by her shoes. From high boots with heels, I just blend.
In the fall, the subway gave way to a lady in a long leather coat. Brunette in years. Hair is clearly dyed. Middle-height. Cute face. On the finger is a wedding ring. Through one station, a place was made opposite to her. I sat down. I look at her legs. I see boots with a narrow toe, tops above the knees, not on the "heels", but on the heels. These boots are often called boots, although boots should at least reach the hips ...
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In the fall, the subway gave way to a lady in a long leather coat. Brunette in years. Hair is clearly dyed. Middle-height. Cute face. On the finger is a wedding ring. Through one station, a place was made opposite to her. I sat down. I look at her legs. I see boots with a narrow toe, tops above the knees, not on the "heels", but on the heels. These boots are often called boots, although boots should at least reach the hips ...
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- Sash, wake up, we overslept! - Lena grabbed my shoulder and tried to wake me up.
“Stop shaking me, I already woke up screaming.”
I rolled onto my back and glanced at the "disturber of my sleep." Disheveled hair and anxiety look. Lena looked at me without saying a word. After waking up, you need a little time to collect thoughts in a heap. But if this very awakening happened abruptly, and then an awareness of a possible tardiness has finished, your mind starts ...
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“Stop shaking me, I already woke up screaming.”
I rolled onto my back and glanced at the "disturber of my sleep." Disheveled hair and anxiety look. Lena looked at me without saying a word. After waking up, you need a little time to collect thoughts in a heap. But if this very awakening happened abruptly, and then an awareness of a possible tardiness has finished, your mind starts ...
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- What the heck? What is the noise? - Kondraty Petrovich heard, turned around and saw her - a beautiful young woman in a business blouse, short skirt with high heels. She walked along the corridor with a confident gait. Long hair flowed over his shoulders and fluttered a little while walking. A pleasant smile on sensual lips, and in every movement - the confidence of the head. More precisely, the head, elegant and beautiful so that it was completely incomprehensible how the wind brought her here, in ...
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Do you respect the people around you?
Throughout his life, Oleg was convinced that people should respect themselves. There is no point in treating a person well if he is disrespectful towards himself. Why, he had to respect drug addicts who deliberately poison their bodies and cannot find the willpower to stop themselves. Why he had to respect drunks who were ready to beat his wife, if she did not give money to get drunk. And most importantly, why he had to respect women who are ready to sell their ...
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Throughout his life, Oleg was convinced that people should respect themselves. There is no point in treating a person well if he is disrespectful towards himself. Why, he had to respect drug addicts who deliberately poison their bodies and cannot find the willpower to stop themselves. Why he had to respect drunks who were ready to beat his wife, if she did not give money to get drunk. And most importantly, why he had to respect women who are ready to sell their ...
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Late in the evening, in secret, I was walking down the hotel’s corridor, dressed in a maid uniform. Going to give her husband a surprise, she felt insanely sexy. The suit ideally fitted my body, emphasizing the pomp of the bust and the luxury of the hips. Due to the short hem, long legs in nylon stockings looked awesome.
As soon as we entered the hotel, I was surprised by the fact that female servants were dressed in revealing French maid costumes. Although we were not in Paris, but in Adler. I instantly ...
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As soon as we entered the hotel, I was surprised by the fact that female servants were dressed in revealing French maid costumes. Although we were not in Paris, but in Adler. I instantly ...
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- Sash, are you at home? - Tatiana shouted from the doorway, barely closing the door behind her.
I sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. My brain had already moved away from sleep, and I felt great. Tatiana is late today, usually she comes earlier. Apparently, some unforeseen circumstances made her stay about an hour.
- Yes, I'm in the kitchen.
I heard her bag loudly fall on the table in the hallway. There was a sound of unzipping boots.
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I sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. My brain had already moved away from sleep, and I felt great. Tatiana is late today, usually she comes earlier. Apparently, some unforeseen circumstances made her stay about an hour.
- Yes, I'm in the kitchen.
I heard her bag loudly fall on the table in the hallway. There was a sound of unzipping boots.
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Timofey Sergeevich was about to go to bed when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and saw in front of him a stunning, elegant, beautiful, slightly drunk woman. It was the owner of a rented apartment. She looked luxurious: a shimmering, tailored dress, above the knees, open high-heeled shoes, a fury, seemingly fox sleeveless vest, a Louis Vuitton handbag, salon makeup, hair styled out of an insanely high hairstyle. Without greetings, without superfluous words she, slightly ...
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I was 18 years old. Irina Mikhailovna, our historian, met me as always, sitting at the table, with a kind look and a gesture she pointed to a chair beside her. As for the exam, I didn’t worry, I knew almost everything, I would have pulled out a troika anyway ...
I. M. worried me by itself. Today she was wearing almost as always a knitted jacket / jacket, a white blouse, knee-length skirt, black tights with slightly full legs ... Her femininity more than once captured my mind and for a whole year ...
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I. M. worried me by itself. Today she was wearing almost as always a knitted jacket / jacket, a white blouse, knee-length skirt, black tights with slightly full legs ... Her femininity more than once captured my mind and for a whole year ...
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