Max B. directed his feet towards the park. It was necessary to air a little head before an important meeting. Too many events lately, too many causes, too many consequences.

Already a week has passed from that ill-fated day. Max B., on his own stupidity, pulled a jar of “Nuchella” out of the supermarket, and fortune at that moment turned sourly away from him. Max tied the guards right at the cash register. The damage was minimal, but the brave zealots of the store order threw the Marx chocolate bars to the required amount.

- Understand, boy, you will be thrown into the camera to the convicts. You have no idea what they will do to you. Landing on a kukan is just the tip of the iceberg. - assured well-worn guards.

Max B. was not wanted to go to the jail. And let it be sewn with white thread, but he was ready to make any compromise, just to remain free.
Chance presented pretty quickly.

The head of security was a woman. She entered the service room with dignity. Tugging heavily from foot to foot, she walked over to the table, at which, in fact, interrogation, or rather the pressing of the thief, took place.
There was silence. It seems that not only one Max at this moment struck.
- Who brought this to us? - powerfully, she opened the zyapa, leaning with the whole mass on the tabletop. - Somehow you hurt acquaintance, handsome.
- Elvira Fedotovna, that's a storehouse slug caught, literally by the hand. - kept the answer security, who was able to put words into meaningful sentences. - Fallen for us, then honey pussy.

It is worth noting that Max B. was far from handsome. Pretty awkward figure, clumsy facial features, greasy hair and blackheads. In addition, he did not have the constant habit of brushing the oral cavity and, in conversation with him, the interlocutor inevitably turned away.

- Wait a minute, and I know him. He works here. - Lady-boss shoved her tongue from her own resourcefulness, looking around the crowd. - Speak where you work, lad, otherwise it will be bad. - she turned to our unfortunate hero.
Max was already going to answer, but then he realized that the vocal cords were laid by polyps.
- Why are you silent, ashamed to admit? You do not accidentally Knocked out of the clock stall?
The guards began to throw up their versions, could not resist even the Tajik porter, it was completely incomprehensible how sideways it turned out.
- So! - Progralanil head of security. - Everyone came out. Especially you, Tajik. You do not see, boy sulk when you open the card.
Without further questions, the whole Kahal moved to the exit, where the poor Tajik was in a hurry sank. Breathing has become easier. Max B. even sensed the sharpness of Tajik sweat. See, finally, Gaster sprinkled out of the gland trickle of odorous fluid.

- So, frog, I give you a chance. Either you agree to my terms, or you go straight to the jail.

Well, the choice is small, but our hero was so depressed that even the affirmative nod lacked strength. Stocks of glucose in the body dried up, and as a result, Max was already going to slide on stenochku, but ...
- Here's your delicacy, sweet tooth. - The boss put a bottle of "Nuchella" on the table. - Deserved. Pop it.
Max was ashamed to use dirty fingers in a new, unwrinkable jar. It was akin to defloration. It is necessary to have clean and dry kutski to feast on this food of the gods. And even ask for a spoon was not possible - polyps interfered. Therefore, Max just stared at the treat, salivated and constantly licked his lips.

- Listen here, chepushila. Exactly in a week I am waiting for you at my place. From now on you are my slave, and I am your full-fledged mistress. Kivi, if understood.
Max shook his mane.
- I will do with you what I want. My will is the law! But in any case, this is better than a prison sentence, is it true or not?
- Uh-huh-huh.- Max tried to say at least something affirmative, but without gluten-free make-up it was quite problematic, if you do not take into account the abundantly expanded polyps.
- What are you, tsutsyk, completely spineless? - Newly made mistress Max bounced into the temple.
The temple was the weak point of our hero. One day he got a badge-belt there and since then has not fully recovered. Consciousness is rapidly leaving him.
- Well, you schmuck, you swamp creature! - the newly made Madam summarized, looking at the badge which fell out of a pocket of the thief. - I'm your mouth ...

Passed a week. Max really wanted this day never to come, but now he himself is walking through the park in the direction of Schwan. Unbeknownst to them, the brigards themselves carried it to the meeting place, to the area of ​​the monument to Marcel Crunch. Mrs. Elvira herself moved the meeting from a dusty communal communal to the park area. Here you could breathe deeply after a work shift, eat ice cream and walk in the shade of grandfathers in bloom.

Max was already waiting. Mrs. collapsed on a bench with legs wide apart and the open book "Sodom and Gidora."

“You're late, my boy.” Already a whole minute of downtime! - said Elvira, slowly rising and adjusting her leotard. “Do you even know that, with such opozdunami like you, they make decent dominoes ?!”
From these words, B. inside all squeezed. Who knows what this woman has in mind?
- But I'm a soft girl, I want to tell you. I will not punish you so severely. Can you feed the ducks?
- Ducks? Are you kidding me? And this is your punishment? - thought Max perk up, having decided that this is the worst thing that awaits him today. How naive he was, how far he was from the truth.

- Vaughn Vaughn, run after her, feed faster, until you flew off the ends!

B. did not keep up with the little birds, constantly stumbling and stretching on the grass. Elvira forced him to feed the birds not from the hands, but from the mouth, to climb into the pond without the bogs.
- Oh, you, rastyka! - Elvira Fedotovna threw up her hands. - You would give acceleration.

With these words, Mrs. pulled out of the cellophane package butt plug.
“I think you imagine what this thing is for.”
Max did not know, but nodded affirmatively. It seemed to him that it was such a testicle in a glass and that the Lady was about to bestow it on him. About this happened, with one small exception. And yes, B. right on the bench took Faberge into it.
- You will be quicker next time.
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Max, limping, entered the fragrant Khrushchev mistress and was stunned. The situation was horribly reminiscent of his mother's apartment. Before the fire ... Everything is in its place. There is a small image in the corner, a jar of compote behind the fridge, and scalls scattered across the floor.

- Take off your hat, wipe your feet.
What kind of hat? B. he never wore hats, with the exception of Panama, which grandmother used to put on his balding head in deep childhood.
- Do not you understand? Take off my hat and wipe my feet !! Didn't you drop your head in childhood?
B. was useful to his knots to the headdress of the mistress of the apartment.
- Arms!! Washed up? - asked Elvira? - So wash with soap and then touch me.
B. had already rushed into the bathroom, but did not know where she was.
- Where are you going? And permission to ask?
Max already started to tear the roof of the roof, he did not know how to break this vicious circle, what end should be taken.
“I see you are still green in these matters, like Kermit the Frog.” We ought to bring you up to date. By the way, how is our gag doing?
B. shivered, completely forgetting about the foreign body in his ass.
- Something you are of few words. The lady with you is boring, let's get down to your direct slave duties.

Max was hoping to the last that it was some kind of cruel joke. He scratched the fifth point.
- What are you doing so? This is just a candle anal was. I thought I would insert an adult cork right away? As if not so. I don't need blood leaks here. Has already resolved, you can not poke around with dirty fingers. Speaking of dirty shit. Come on tongue like a cat ....