often stopping to rest, and finally, when it was no longer able to, there was no strength to restrain the pleasure that was bursting out, were forgotten in each other’s arms in the ecstasy of carnal oblivion. Suddenly, my hands, clutching the body of my partner, crossed in the void, and I flopped onto the sofa, pouring out a stream of sperm on a silk blanket. But looking at the clock, I realized what was happening. Gritting my teeth with rage and resentment, I climbed onto the sofa where I was bed, and immediately fell asleep.

“Friends, let's have a drink,” he suggested after a moment's pause, “we will drink in her honor.” Beast woman Good, - he gave us a map where it was depicted.

Dick looked at the beautiful face of the beauty with curiosity and said thoughtfully:

- I wish I could have her. I would know what to do with it.

Ram and I laughed.

Until we face the woman we liked, we all say that. In life is not the way we plan. Well, that, there is still a lot of time, we will continue the story ...

- Come on, - we blurted out with wild at the same time.

And he spoke again.

Chapter 5

Having flown at a frantic speed of nearly one and a half thousand kilometers, the next day the train approached the platform of the city station in Cologne. I slept all day and still felt overwhelmed and tired. As soon as the train stopped, my father-in-law flew into my compartment. “Ram, leave your things here, my secretary will take them, and rather go with me.” I ran after him and from the stunned extraordinary meeting I came to my senses only in the car. - What happened? - The night before yesterday, our girl died suddenly. This news struck me like thunder, but, to my shame and horror, I did not feel the bitterness of loss. Moreover, I even had a thought that she died very timely. A few minutes later we arrived home. The whole building was covered with flowers and mourning ribbons. Large mirrors in the lobby are covered with black crepe. Even on the stairs were black carpets. Eliza lay in the living room on the table. The coffin and bedspread were covered with black velvet so that among them I did not immediately consider the wax face of my wife. I was approached by our family doctor Konrad Fog. He gently took me by the arms and took me aside. - Nothing could be done, she has paralysis of the respiratory muscles. The day before this incident, she awkwardly got out of the car and hit the back of her head against the corner of the door. She had a headache all day. By evening, however, she felt better, and the next day she told me that she was completely healthy ... And at night she died in bed, obviously not even waking up ... He mournfully kept silent. - Ram, now we are going to the crematorium, you can no longer keep the body at home. Cars at the sub's, you sit in the first. Elsa will be transferred there. - Good. The workers came to carry the coffin and the test ran away to them. At this time, all who came to spend my wife came out of the next room. Among the mournful figures, I immediately noticed a young beautiful Marie with her loose old man-husband. She was a head taller than him and, not seeing her husband before her eyes, often forgot about his presence, talking with her boyfriends through her head. Most recently it was the subject of my dreams, and several times I tried to make friends with her, but to no avail, she was engaged in heavy flirting with an American colonel from the headquarters of the occupying forces. Now she, smiling slightly, was looking for my eyes with a keen, demanding look, but for me she was no longer interested. I looked at the guests and, through the mask of grief, here and there noticed obvious signs of boredom. Some, as he spoke, laughed softly, covering his mouth with his hand. Someone whispered a new anecdote, it was zashkali. Only the old men, feeling with their decrepit body the breath of death, followed the coffin uninterruptedly with obvious surprise that they were not yet in it. But now the coffin was freed from flowers and six dozen good fellows lowered it into the grave. I came out last.At the door, Marie was waiting for me, prudently sending my husband forward. - Ram, hello, I sympathize with your grief. “Thank you,” I replied coldly, trying to get rid of her. We were already at the exit and she, feeling that it was uncomfortable to accompany me further, whispered in a patter: - Tomorrow in the evening I have a banquet, they will all be there, come. I did not answer. From the crematorium returned late. The father-in-law, heartbroken, did not want to be alone that night and asked me to be with him. The time was approaching twelve, I, reluctantly, agreed. We sat in his room, and he talked about his daughter all the time, praising her many virtues. I, not hearing him, watched with horror the hands of my watch. There was no clock in the old man’s office. They reminded him of the outgoing life. At three minutes to twelve I left the office, warning that I would be right back. Going into my room, I locked the key and, without turning on the light, sat down at the table. A few minutes later there was a subtle melodic ringing, and I saw a female figure in the twilight. She trampled on the spot and quietly asked: - Is there anyone here? I did not answer. Though I wanted her to come, but I was afraid for her untimely appearance. She walked cautiously toward the door, stretching one arm forward. “How dark ...” she whispered. At the door she stopped and fumbled along the wall, looking for a switch. “Don't light the lights,” I said softly. - Oh, who is here? - scared she cried, turning to me. - It's me. “Why is it so dark here?” Do you live here? - Yes, and dark because I want to stay in the dark. - But scary. - Not at all. There is nothing to be afraid of. - I want to see you. - Come to me. She came up. I saw bare shoulders cast in moonlight whiteness, and a gold-headed head with large frightened eyes. I hugged her around the waist and sat her on her knees. She tried to protest. “Listen to me,” I stopped her unsuccessful floundering. She fell silent. - My wife died and I have to go to the inconsolable father-in-law now, he is waiting for me in his office. You wait for me here. I'll be back soon. “Will I be here all alone, in the dark?” - Well then. These are just a few minutes. - I'm still afraid. “Well, I'll light the light.” She thought. - Well, well, I'll wait. If in half an hour you do not return, I will come to you. “No way,” I whispered, rising from my chair, “wait for me here.” I lowered the curtains on the windows and turned on the light - a desk lamp. Now I could have a better look at it. She was wearing a lilac blouse with a wide neckline opening the neck and chest, and black panties. Beautiful golden hair framed a strict gentle face with bright red plump lips. Big brown eyes looked at me with surprise and awe. Seeing that she was barefoot, I gave her my night shoes. - Wait, I will come soon. She nodded her head, looking around in surprise. The old man was already nervous when I entered, looked at me with reproach and suspicion. “Sorry, I feel bad out of my way,” I tried to explain. He silently nodded and, looking at the fire, lost himself in his thoughts. I deliberately yawned, depicting an irresistible drowsiness. Finally, the old man sighed and said softly: “Sorry, Ram, I should not have tired you so much from the road.” Go to sleep, and tomorrow do not go to the factory. I can handle one. Max came to me, for some reason I am afraid of loneliness. I bowed out. On the phone I called the bodyguard of the father-in-law Max and ran to his room. Half an hour had passed, I was afraid that the girl would do something stupid. She sat quietly at my desk and considered our family album. I sighed with relief and walked over to her. Carried away, she did not notice when I entered, and flinched in fright. - Have you already come back? How scared I was! - she slammed the album and looked into my eyes. - You're tired? - A little bit. Her beautiful bare shoulders aroused in me the desire to stick my teeth into them and feel the delicate velvet flesh on my teeth. I stroked her hand over my bare chest, trying to stick my hand under her blouse .... Read more →