Went through, some days, some events of bygone days. Recalled a curious story. Decided to share. Maybe you, dear reader, it will be interesting.

We then had 18. All gathered in his native town, in parental homes. They arranged, as usual, to meet last year’s graduates. The feast took place in the only decent institution of our quiet town. We drank, ate. We danced and shared our impressions experienced during the first year of study in universities. Not all did, of course, and came to the meeting, for some reason, only those who arrived. No more than ten people gathered, this is only a third of the class.

Of course, for the year they fled, matured psychologically, and, not least, looked at each other with completely different eyes. For example, I realized that I wanted at least five girls, who were not really looking at school when studying at school. And already from the "five" of this, I really want two, "very tasty". He killed half the evening to decide which of them he would follow.

Before me stood a difficult dilemma. Whether to choose a tall, slim brunette Elizabeth who entered the Moscow Institute of Alloys and Steel. Or opt for a neat, short blonde Victoria, who has not left the territory of our Central Asian Motherland, and entered the pedagogical institute in Tashkent as a philologist.

Decided to act systemically. Quickly find out directly from them, or through other girls, who are with a guy, who are not. It was easier to free up the loose and “fuck” that evening. The result of my intelligence company was disappointing. Both did not just meet young people. Both lived with young people, and Vichki also planned a wedding for the end of August. She even invited me to her, having learned that I was visiting my parents for the rest of the summer.

In general, the bummer loomed on the horizon uttermost. I even turned my attention to Ira, the girl who was in my “top five” of favorites. She flirted with me very transparently and, with the right approach, she could be “taken with bare hands”. I do not know what this evening would have ended. Surely having sex with Irka, because our communication has consistently taken a substantive interest in continuing the evening in private. But at that moment the “white dance” was announced. Ladies invited men. And Liza swam up to me, with a drunken smile on her lips (we “gave” according to cognac already thorough for this moment), and an invitation to dance.

Under the "Wonderful Valley" Mr. Credo, we spun in the dance. Although spun - loudly said. Just swaying to the rhythm of music, hugging in the center of the dance floor. We talked about all sorts of nonsense, buried his lips in each other's ears. I can not say that intentionally, but my hand to the middle of the dance, for some reason, slipped from the waist to her delicious ass. Lizka did not approve of this, putting her hand in place. Probubl is discontented, but not viciously (it inspired me to further accomplishments) that the hall was full — full of her acquaintances, who would certainly report to the young man on this incident to her young man in Moscow. Since he is also a student, and our compatriot. Even if from another city.

I counterattacked the provocative question:

- And if we were alone - would you still remove your hand?

She was embarrassed, did not immediately answer:

- Well ... I don't know ... I don't want to think about it ... we are not alone anyway ...

The answer was more than satisfactory to me. I continued to pull the "fish from the pond", offering:

- So maybe let's go, take a walk? We breathe fresh air ... Alone, again, we will stay ...

Lisa replied that she would not be able to go to the street with me. It will be even more suspicious if we go somewhere together.Because we will not do anything reprehensible, and evil tongues will think it out all by themselves (I didn’t understand, she told me about Ponte, or really thought that when we were alone under the moon, we would talk about higher matters). In general, it was clear from her that she didn’t mind going into all grave bachelor's situations. But she was not free, and ochkalo wildly about this. But what the hell, then, she pulled me to the dance? I definitely missed something.

As soon as the dance was over, I sat down at the table and was about to drink. Here it dawned on me! Lisa was simply embarrassed to directly offer to take a booze, and move from a crowded place, to a more secluded setting where she could feel more relaxed. The girl very delicately hinted to me about it, but I, the green ram, had never caught up with it. Without a second's delay, I took the phone out of my pocket, and chopped a chopped sms with an “ax”:

“My hut is free. What to take? "Martini" (she spent the whole evening "Martini" sling) or something stronger? ".

She read my message, immediately unsubscribed with a satisfied smile:

“Strong;) And take cigarettes. Thin. Better "Vogue". Take the rest at your discretion. Write address. I will leave first, do not leave right behind me, we will burn ”.

The fact that she wants the forbidden pleasures, said literally every word of the message. At first, I did not know that she smokes. She never showed it in public. Secondly, she decided to raise the degree of alcohol. Thirdly, in plain text I asked where to go. So she understood that we would not even be with my parents. Where I live - she knew very well.

I wrote her the address of my elder sister, who had gone to the seaside the night before, with her husband. I also added that the key to the front door imperceptibly I put it in her purse. Asked to feel at home. In response, I received a content message:

"Ok I will wait;)"

After 15-20 minutes, she began to gather. She said that she was not feeling well. She thanked everyone for the company, kissed the girls and left. The time was still quite early, around midnight. I waited half an hour, and also began to say goodbye. Did not explain the reasons for leaving. Just said that you need to get up early in the morning. At the request to stay at least another hour did not respond. All my thoughts were no longer here, with everyone, but there, with Elizabeth. I couldn't wait to get to her “reserved places”. That I will get - there was not the slightest doubt.

And here, as they say, trouble came, from where it was not expected. Vika, suddenly, also expressed a wish to go home. I am a little overshadowed by this news. We lived side by side, on the same street. This meant that she expected to go on the same taxi with me, and my landing should have happened earlier. Given the fact that a taxi in our area at night is as frequent as Halley's comet, the prospect threatened to become rather unattractive.

Driving home on various taxis was too suspicious, Vika would have immediately guessed that I was hiding something. So I decided to take her by taxi, pay for the trip in advance, and say that I would walk on foot. They say I want to release alcoholic couples. But I was waiting for a new shock. Vika decided to go before bedtime with me. How I hated her at that moment! Precious time leaked like water. Liza waited, sober and, possibly, “cooled down”. And I still could not get rid of the annoying blonde. In addition, a message from Lisa also came:

"Sash, what have you been so long?"

It was then that I decided to spit on everything, and admit to Vika that another company expects me. I did not want to offend anyone, so I did not tell the truth. I thought that at least now she would take transport and go home, finally. But, as it were, not so! Vika direct text said she was in no hurry. Home only because of the loud music going. In general, he still does not want to sleep, and do not mind a little in a relaxed atmosphere to hang out. She joked about the fact that soon she would be “surrounded”, and such meetings in general would disappear from her life. Well, where was it to go?

I had to write Lisa a message:

“Vika doesn’t know how to float; The answer came quick, short and eloquent:

“Here is (-censored-)!”.

Next one more:

"Well, let him go then, what to do ....