Many students are familiar with the situation when the next long and cheerful semester suddenly ends unexpectedly, and the nightmarish time of the session begins, and there is always a week, a day or even just a few hours to prepare for the next exam. And, if at such a moment a dilemma arises before the long-suffering Studioiosus: an important tomorrow's exam or a half-naked beauty walking towards him - what to choose, so as not to regret?

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This story happened during the winter session, when I was in my second year at university. Time as a student flies easily and cheerfully, and if I hadn’t had to regularly report on the knowledge gained, it would be quite good. But such a duty is still there, and there is no getting away from it. Here and for me, suddenly and inevitably the time of this ordeal came (and, quite recently, it seemed quite recently that the time ahead was a wagon).

That evening, I sat alone in our dormitory double (only recently, with intricate intrigues torn to replace the previous 4-seater crush) and honestly tried to forget about the outside world for the sake of preparing for tomorrow's savage testing, well, let's say, on the Security Committee. A light snow fell outside the window, and in the twilight of the room it was warm and this made it particularly cozy, only the light of the desk lamp illuminated the flipped pages. And now, closer to the night, when a good third of the paragraphs was left behind, there was a knock at the door, and a completely unexpected guest, the heroine of my story, a fourth year student named Masha, came to me as a pleasant surprise.

I'll try to describe it to you. The girl Masha was, not that large, but certainly not skinny. Who would compare her with ...? Well, let's say, imagine Pamela Anderson in his youth and with a bust a little more careful, with a lush mane of natural brown hair and green eyes (my favorite colors at the time). Here, something like that. However, in those years my taste for women had not yet been formed, and beautiful faces meant more to me more splendid legs and figures. Masha looked like a young and bright female lioness, with strong and gentle movements, a cheerful character and confidence in her own actions.

Actually, earlier we were not particularly familiar with her, because Masha studied a couple of years older than me, and although she attracted my view from the very beginning, she had many admirers among senior-year students, and I was only only a shy boy from the district center, who recently arrived in the big city. However, the first courses of beautiful and more affordable girls were enough without her. Basically, I looked at Masha from afar, and only once managed to invite her to a slow dance during our obsazhskoy disco. But, apparently, then in the dance I was completely able to create a feeling of heightened intima, since the farewell kiss in the neck was received with favor.

She even deigned to sit and fidget on my lap for some time (after which I had to calm down the over-excited young organism for quite a while).

Later, we greeted her at the meeting, sometimes briefly chatted about nothing, that was, in general, that was all. That is why I was so, to say the least, surprised by her nightly visit.

But anyway, the situation cleared up quickly and rather banally: senior students already had great festivities day after day (and indeed, there was noise on all floors; yes, in fact, Masha herself was decently drunk), but she terribly wanted to sleep from her own the same rooms would be quickly removed again, so she decided to ask for a night to a friend from junior years, that is, to me.In general, the explanation is clear and quite plausible (although, to be honest, I was glad to see it and without any explanation), the extra bed today is “empty” for me, so let it settle down.

But I myself am preparing for an important exam, and, therefore, I cannot give special attention to it, to my great regret. On and agreed. Since Masha had just come from the street, she didn’t get warm, and she still had not lost her hop from her head, so she went to bed just over the curtain and right in her clothes, turning her face to the wall.

But, as I already mentioned, the room was rather heavily heated, so that at least Masha took off her jacket after 10 minutes and then disconnected completely. Again, I returned to the heavy burden of the Supporters, only occasionally, in some doubts, glancing at the sleeping girl.

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And here we have come, the so-called "bifurcation point", in other words - a critical phase, a fork of probabilities. And the outcome of the next events may depend not only on this night, but also on the next few years.

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Option 1 (instructive).

Hour by hour, page by page - morning came. Masha woke up, smacked, thanked me for sheltering, hesitated a little, as if she was going to say something else, but nevertheless kept silent and, saying goodbye, left. And I, looking after her, thought how foolish it all happened: a spectacular girl spent all night alone with me and remained completely untouched. But, since only 3 hours remained before the exam, all distracting thoughts quickly flew out of my head.

It so happened that later, up to a certain day, Masha and I were no longer in close contact. But once, by the time I graduated from the institute, we had a chance to meet at one of the local parties (she did not study anymore, but just looked in at a visit). After a few glasses of people often breaks through to frankness. So Masha, sitting on my lap, decided to pour out her soul a little. It turns out that since the time of my studies in the first courses she singled me out among many others and was almost in love (see, understand these women, what does almost mean?).

How strange it is sometimes to look at recent beauties, who suddenly surrender quickly and lose their old freshness and sex appeal. I looked at her and pondered. Well, what are you women complex something like that? Why did you not tell me this before, or at least did not hint more clearly. After all, the good harsh hints are good because it is not necessary to repeat them twice. And men - creatures pretty straightforward. It was enough to try to talk somehow more playfully and more intimately, hang out a little, joking, or something else like that (in the student get-together - this is a common thing).

At the very least, and again I could have looked at it once or twice - just like that, in between times, since on that memorable night I was really preparing for the exam. Perhaps both years of student from this could get even more interesting. And now, well, why do I need you like this?

I honestly and diligently tried to hug and kiss her, listening to myself, whether the desire would ignite inside, even if it was purely physiological, but all was in vain. Gradually, we parted in different corners, and after we parted forever. Well, here's why she came, and she even came to confess with confessions - she just threw up the soul.

Now, instead of bright memories of a luxurious red-haired panther, only a spoiled memory of a battered faded woman and a lost opportunity remained in the soul. Sad story.

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And now try to shake off all the dreary sediment from the first option so that it does not interfere with the fresh perception to feel the development of the situation in another reality.

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Option 2 (entertaining).

Later, in about three hours (during this time I had already managed to make a decent progress in acquiring knowledge), apparently, having a little sleep and a little sober, paranoid and broken (well, still, in such and such warmth in sleep clothes), Masha rose from the bed, for a long time I went to the water and went to the corridor to wash, for some reason, taking me by the ears and smacking my nose loudly.

When she returned, she built ...