The phone rang. Loud and aggressive. Cursing loudly, you turn off the shower, jump out of the bathroom into the hallway, where the phone is, and abruptly grab the phone: "Hello?". And you hear a pleasant female voice: “This is calling Kira. May I ask your wife? ”“ What's the matter? ”You ask rudely. "You see, she ordered something for me at one store, and I just wanted to ask if the order had arrived."

Staring at a small puddle that has already formed at your feet, because the water continued to drip from the naked body directly onto the carpet, you are irritatingly mumbling something into a pipe, but you did not understand: “Couldn’t you repeat what you said. There are some interferences in the tube, and I didn’t hear ... ”“ So much the better ”, you grumble, but then you suddenly feel ashamed of being rude: is this woman to blame for your bad mood?

"Excuse me, what did you say? ..." the woman repeated: it was felt that she was embarrassed. “Nothing, nothing, forget, please. I was just taking a shower when you called. Now here's the whole carpet wet. ” "Oh, I'm sorry!" "You are not to blame." There were conciliatory notes in your voice: “Actually, the wife is not at home. She had to leave unexpectedly in the morning, will I help you with something? ”“ I don’t know, ”Kira replied. “Have you seen mail yet? I have to get a small package. ” "Wait, now look in the kitchen." "Thanks I'm waiting".

You barefoot slap into the kitchen, where there were several letters, but there was not a small package there, which is what you tell the woman in the handset. “Perhaps tomorrow will come,” Cyrus said quietly, as if thinking over something. Could you say more precisely when your wife will return? ”“ Most likely, on Tuesday. Tell me what package you are waiting for and leave a phone number. As soon as she comes, I'll call you right away. "

“Do not misunderstand me, but better I will call you, in Kira’s voice I heard uncertainty. You see, there must be something very personal in the package that I don’t want to talk about. May I call you again tomorrow? ”“ If you want so much, why not? you nod Only not too early, tomorrow is Saturday ... ”“ I agree, Kira laughed. And one more request: when the parcel arrives, please do not open it ... "" But how can I know that it is intended for you? "" The sender is the enterprise for sending goods to customers. Absolutely certain firm, you understand? "" No, I do not understand, "you grumble.

“I just want to ask you not to open the package until I call.” Then I can say, for me, she or for your wife. Can you show me such a courtesy? "" Well, okay, call tomorrow afternoon. I will introduce you to my mail then. ” “Are you angry?” “No, it will give me pleasure ...” you quipped. “And still angry, said Kira. However, if you knew the contents of the package, then you would surely understand me. ” “But I don’t know this ...” “That's the whole point. Otherwise, you would not only understand me, but, perhaps, condemn. I don't want that. ”

“What the hell is this?” Now you don’t understand anything at all, but the ring at the door makes you quickly turn off the conversation: “The doorbell rings, excuse me ...” “In that case, I wish you to have a good time,” said Cyrus. “Why have fun?” You ask, puzzled. “Well, you're a straw widower,” laughed Kira.

You have to make an incredible effort not to bang into the phone something like: “Stupid goose!”, And you hang up the phone irritably. Great mood with which you woke up, finally went to hell. The phone call of this madman made you irritable. You were the one who was ready to tear it down on the one who rings at the door. You quickly put on your bathrobe and open the door.

"Hi!" In front of you was a dazzling blonde from a nearby apartment.She literally beamed and how beamed! And generally speaking! You immediately noted that she was in a short housecoat, and instantly appreciated the frankness of his cut-out. Apparently, there was nothing under the bathrobe. Only now you have noticed that Monica (that was the name of this blonde) is stretching an empty coffee cup: "I ran out of sugar."

The change in your mood passed instantly, and you gallantly invite eighteen-year-old Monika to the apartment: “Welcome! I have so much sugar that I just suffocate in it. ” The girl entered the hallway, stopping there waiting for you to close the door. At the same time, she deftly managed to demonstrate her feminine charms: when you turned around again, Monica's robe turned out to be a little shorter, and the neckline was more open, which made you admire the slender figure of the guest.

Previously, you often encountered in the elevator, exchanged meaningless words, which, however, was hidden mutual attraction. You had a strange feeling towards this girl and guessed that she was not completely indifferent to you. After all, at thirty-nine, you were still an interesting man!

“Are you alone this evening too?” You are interested in and take a cup from Monica. “Why are you asking so? Are you alone too? "" Of course. My wife decided to make me a widow of straw for a few days. ” “Oh, then we can drink coffee together,” Monica immediately suggested, knowing perfectly well that you were left alone for several days (she learned this from your wife, with whom she exchanged a few words when she left). That is why the girl was now here in your apartment, waiting for an interesting evening. The conditions for this, as it seemed to her, have already been created. In any case, both of you were dressed only in bathrobes. You cleared your throat: “Yes, let's try. I contribute sugar and milk to my share, and you agree, coffee? ”“ I agree. And where? Wouldn't it be better for me? ”“ Great! ”

When, loaded with sugar and milk, you entered Monica’s apartment, you immediately felt comfortable and at home here. The room, which served at the same time as the living room and bedroom, was in the twilight, pleasant music sounded softly. Monica was still pacing in her housecoat (as you are, by the way).

“Sit down, the girl pointed to the couch. Coffee will be ready in a few minutes. ” You sat down and looked at the dwelling of Monica, who was fussing in the kitchen niche. The setting you liked. Everything was in harmony with each other and created a warm and intimate atmosphere.

“Who are you by profession?” You ask. "The teacher in kindergarten." Monica came up to you: "Can you pour it?" "Of course, thanks." For a moment you are silent. Both sipped coffee. “Oh, well, hot!” You laugh embarrassed. And then you add: "Hot, but tasty." Then you ask: “Tell me, do you have to probably work a lot?” “No, I like my work. Sometimes in the evenings I earn additionally even a governess. ” “Here you go!” You cried out loudly. “What's wrong with that?” Monica laughed. “Well, in the evening I still want to get away from business a bit, but you don’t?” “The governess are well paid.” “Isn't it too dangerous?” “What do you mean?” “Well, such a young beautiful girl and, possibly, alone in an apartment with her owner.” Monica laughed again: “Ah, that! Yes, sometimes there are really delicate situations. ” “How delicate?” You grab the bull by the horns. “Very delicate. They swallow their breasts, then they will climb under the skirt, everything happens. One day, the father of the family met me in ... what the mother gave birth to. The other one undressed only when I was already sitting in the living room. He entered, stood in front of me and began to masturbate. ” "ABOUT! You cried out in surprise, obviously not expecting such frankness. And you? What did you do? ”“ I just looked at him with a smile. ” "And nothing more?" You ask confused. "He was not my type." "I understand, but if I were in yours?" "Then I would help him." “Um,” you mutter. “Are you shocked?” Monica laughed. “Shocked? No, rather, surprised.

Monica sat down comfortably and put her legs on the leg. A robe crawled up and bare thigh."You see, most of the time ...