August 2000 was the quietest month for me, my life in the last couple of years. My vacation has just begun and I have already carried out the plans conceived in my working days. Most of my plans were to gobble up a cold beer from noon to fall and go half-riding on my battered “pair of nines” in the night city. A smaller part of the plans was to fuck friends and not so much, adult women and young ladies. This part of the plans has been given a minimum of effort, because for about a year and a half I have met with one lovely girl. Sweet creature completely captured my thoughts and heart. According to this, while she worked in the day at one of the law offices of the city, I could calmly get drunk, and by the end of the working day I almost soberly met her at the entrance of the company. After that, we seriously engaged in entertainment and ottyagom in full. But on one of the ordinary days I was brought to the center of the city (in our city the old part is considered to be the center), for which I don’t know for sure, but having solved all the questions I was going to go back home.

Approaching the car, I heard a hail behind my back: “Misha!”. The behavior developed over the years prevented me from turning to the hail and I continued my movement. "Misha!" as if inquiries repeated the call.

"It must be that little familiar female voice is addressed to me." - a thought flashed through my head. “Who could call me so shamelessly on a crowded street” - I thought slowly, turning to the voice.

He turned and almost okhuil. A pretty woman of about forty-three was standing before me and tenderly smiling. It's time to celebrate my age, I'm twenty-seven years old. By the nature of my work I enter one of the subgroups of extreme professions, and the rest is not so important. So this woman was pretty enough although she was inherent light fullness. Her eyes were burning with frank joy of meeting and a peculiar question, whether I found out or not. Yes, I did. From the first moment I recognized you, you were even prettier and even a little thinner. Before me was the mother of my former and only love (once). “Do you know, Misha?” She asked happily.

Thoughts rushed about in the brain how to act in this situation. Yes, no, no, yes, yes, I fucking occupy who you are. Chul do you yell at the whole street and for what you do it.

"Oh, Svetlana Alekseevna" - genuinely smiling, I sang. “Hello,” I continued to sing with a little wave of my hands. On my face all the joy of an unexpected meeting was reflected, one of the few things I learned in my life is to pull the assholes who imagined they were cool.

“And I look and think you are it or not you,” my friend, to whom I fostered the emotions of neglect, flattered, for the code caused to me, for doing so that two young hearts would not be together, for In general, for all her efforts and efforts, too.

- Where are you going? - sharply subordinating the development of the conversation to myself, I asked, smiling broadly. Fortunately, I recently inserted a pair of porcelain teeth.

- ... home - stumbling she answered

- Why, you, pushing in transport, let me take you, - I did not expect such agility from myself, I began to develop events.

In her green eyes, besides lust, I have never seen anything, although she always tried to impress me as a developed and noble person. But communicating with her daughter for 4 years, years of happiness and love, I somehow found out the family ways of their life and except for whore Svetlana Alekseevna did not count. Of course, for me she was not a slut in the most elementary manifestation of this incarnation, but for some reason she was always a slut for me and that's it.

She did not have to be persuaded for a long time, and here a shabby, but still frisky purple "pair of nines" rustled the wheels carrying me to meet miracles.

Svetlana Alekseevna flatteringly admired my broken-down car and tried just as flatteringly to learn about my kind of activity. To which I applied the standard feint:

- Yes, that you are all about me and about me - not forgetting to smile good-naturedly, I began my departure from the answer - are you how you are, like daughters, like Sergey Grigorich?

My trick silenced her for a moment, a smile slipped from her face. Apparently at home they were far from all good.

“And how are you doing?” She dodged a question in the forehead.

I paused, giving her the opportunity to take the initiative. A mischievous intention was already born in my head, I involuntarily smiled at my perfidy.

- You married? She kept asking.

I shook my head negatively, pondering the details of my playful plan.

- And, Marina divorced - she continued to speak with a slice of moralizing. - he turned out to be such a beast, I told her ...

Huyevo you told her, I thought to myself. It was frankly not pleasant for me to hear about the person who had betrayed me and I said quite sharply:

- Svetlana Alekseevna, Marina has not existed for a long time, and the life of your daughters is their own business and I don’t care as much.

A little perplexed, she tried to change the topic of conversation and again began to flatter my achievements. Yes, in your family, moreover, how to pussy on trifles were no longer capable of anything.

- I always knew that you will achieve a lot

My own voice sounded in my head - This is what you, you know, screamed most of all that I am no one, now not that time has changed.

From the speakers of the stereo system of my car flew "carpet helicopter", and the wheels quickly reeled off half way.

- You matured and became even more beautiful. - in her eyes flashed a lecherous light.

- No, Svetlana Alekseevna, my courage remains the same, and I was always a handsome man - with an ironic smile I parried her flattery.

- Anyway, you look great - she did not stop.

- And you, frankly, have acquired pleasant sexuality - looking into her eyes, I said in a slightly languid voice and lowered my gaze to her decollete.

After a second pause, she, smiling sweetly, began to talk about my past, about my tact and hell, understand what else.

- What a wonderful couple would leave you and Marina ... - she said.

And for some reason, pictures of the past two years flashed through my brain, I was covered in blood in a stranger and mine, dragging myself a half-dead old ensign, accidents and injuries, explosions and rewards, the clatter of closures and my own fear.

- Who do you work with - her questions in the second round started to annoy

“I work as a sales agent for concluding deals and contracts,” he smiled idiotically, as is customary,

The car approached the familiar home, familiar to the pain in my heart.

- Are you going to take me to the entrance. She asked playfully.

Yeah, what the fuck do you even need, and even more so for me.

- Of course, Svetlana Alekseevna: how else. - I smiled sweetly, - I and your package will carry, he I see, though small, but weighty.

- Well, if it's not difficult for you, Misha, I will be grateful.

Where do you go, you yourself know that you still wanted me when I loved your daughter. Now you will get this opportunity.

Having brought the package to the kitchen, I, with terrible sadness in my voice and a mask on my face, stretched out like a child: - Well, this is the end of such a pleasant meeting, and such a pleasant conversation over the last century. Time in bulk and do nothing. - I did not particularly subtly hinted.

- Misha, if you are not in a hurry, we can chat a little. - quickened Alekseyevna.

- Yes, but I probably will not be clever. - I falsely shy.

- Come on, Alenka at the grandmother, Sergey Grigorich on a business trip, and Marina himself you know does not live with us. - she calmly explained the situation ....