I am standing at the open window and watching with interest the neighbor girl tomboy walking a funny poodle. Every day she becomes bolder and looks at me openly, standing on tiptoes. A phone call breaks off our idyll, and I rush into the hallway.

- Ale, Kostya? Great! There is an interesting materialchik for you there, so take a half-liter and come!

- What the hell is a "materialchik"? - I am starting to get angry and, not wanting to upset my friend, I end the conversation. - Sorry, today will not work. Call on Friday morning, okay? Bai ...

Slapping barefoot and dropping expensive “parliamentary” ashes onto the carpet, I return to the starting position. Well, of course, the girl has already left! However ... Soon five o'clock, and Lena should be drawn. And then I ... And what, actually, I will do with it? Well, let's drink some wine, well, let's eat nauseous crab sticks of pollock, well, have sex ...

With Lenka, this has been going on for about a year. More precisely, from the very day she appeared in our agency. At first, everything seemed to be nothing, and, frankly, to meet someone else's wife in secret from everyone except, of course, employees (you can't hide anything from them) - it’s high. "Honey" ... Yes, what am I cute? Thirty-year-old men, for whom the meaning of life consists in morning hangover, day sex and evening drunkenness, cannot be nice in principle. But for Lena I am cute, but not for my own wife.

Reaching the couch, I start to wait. This process, it must be said, is much more delightful than the meeting itself and even sex, since one can give free rein to the imagination.

"Honey, today I have prepared something special for you ..."

No, not only that! "I enjoyed the“ special ”even during our first date, when Elena Prekrasnaya brought me, half-dead after the banquet, to her home. Prostate massage led me to a special delight, after which I moved for a week with face under the sympathetic views of colleagues. As I was surprised to learn later, this procedure should have caused me a strong erection and an irresistible desire to love, love and love. Lena got her way, but not because of manual therapy. - That evening I was so drunk that I showed her manly strength quite decently, because I couldn’t logically complete what I had started. which made my breathing difficult and caused arrhythmia. No, of course, I love oral sex, but ... Believe me, it’s impossible to enjoy the aroma of a woman and “fly off into space” after drinking alcohol at the same time!

And so, with eyes sticking together from sleep and - surprisingly! - with the desire to drink beer right away, I diligently finished the work that was not finished by my “friend”, at the same time gloating over the wife who remained somewhere out there, who did not want to call me “nice”.

- Kitten, did you finish? - I hoarse, trying to get out from under Lenka, so that “in a fit of passion” I kiss her on the lips.

- No, no, a little more ... Do not be so much ... And now stronger ... No, just kiss! Well, are you the first time? Wait, I myself ...

- What is - herself?

- Fool ... Oops!

Fuck, everything seems to be ... I lean back on the pillow and get ready to see my furious "half" in a dream. - Honey, how good I was ... Yes, but you did not finish it!

With horror, I feel her hand on my stomach. The hand is crawling down, and I understand: the main difference between a woman and a man is that she can imitate an orgasm, but I do not.

- Well, you want, I caress you a little more ... And then you me!

Do I want this? Scram you ...

- Of course, kitty, if only you are not tired ... I have never felt so good! And, you know, I do not want to sleep at all. I would love you all my life!

- No, really? Listen ... Do you like the six-nine position? My husband just hates her! Fool, huh?

Lord, as I understand it ...

- Helen, you're driving me crazy ... Only, if possible, you are on top, okay? ..

That evening I did not finish. Probably it was this that insulted my manhood, so after three days we met again, this time in my apartment. I did not even change the bedding in order to fully experience the beauty of betrayal. “Do you need a robe?” Now get out of the closet ... "

And yet, a whole year is a lot. Mentally, I call Lena my second wife, and this, alas, does not please me. I am again in anticipation of love, which for some reason eludes me. Maybe my life experience will help to win the heart of some very young girl, still capable of high feelings?

... The ash from the "Parliament" falls down on the peak of my nine-storey building, and I again look at the neighbor girl. Do not hesitate, she stood on the bench, looking at me with interest and even, in my opinion, smiling. Perhaps after a while she will forget what she was taught at home and in the college and call my apartment under the pretext of asking for a stepladder or salt. In any case, not every young person will openly and with pleasure look at a naked man in the window of the fourth floor ...