I was approached by a storekeeper from another department and asked me to hem and hem a skirt for her daughter. It hurt she was long. Of course for me it was nothing. I have already become skilled in this matter. To ask someone from the workers, she was not with his hands. To re-tune the machine, not everyone was ready. In addition, during socialist reality, basically everything was done “for thanks”, well, or for the bubble. This work was not worth pollitrovki. I gladly fulfilled her request. Received for this words of gratitude transmitted from her daughter through her mother, subsequently.

Recognizing that I never refuse, I began to come to a variety of people with similar requests. Women usually paid for chocolates or chocolates, which I quickly distributed to the female workers I liked. Guys and men with glass containers filled with multi-colored liquids, which I dragged home, packing up a refrigerator or handing out to sufferers.

Improving in the new business, your humble servant could already give a hundred points ahead to many female workers, who had worked for several years. Because they monotonously sewed unpretentious products, and I have already tried to make several trousers from scratch and took a fashionable jacket. In general, I was a pro in this business. Because repairing and adjusting the sewing unit, you had to understand how it should work. The brigadier was not pleased with me. I slowly but surely went through all the cars, often staying after work for a couple of hours, or even longer. The hostel in which I lived was three minutes walk from the plant. There was nothing to do there, except to sleep or read books.

Female gender did not interest me. To the extent that. Strongly beaten by fate in the recent past, the young man was not ready to shove his neck into the yoke of family relations. Sex for one time did not interest me. I have always been committed to long-term relationships. Of course, sometimes I wanted to save no. But I sublimated this thing, twisting and twisting the nuts, knocking and stuffing the bearings, missed them with cyatima and orgasmic from the quality work done. Books are mostly not read love stories, but those that belonged to the clothing industry and sewing a variety of clothing. By the way: I was packed in clothes from my own production. Beginning from cowards to self-made jeans, given underneath by kopecks and various denim jackets with rivets made from improvised means.

The women's team was cohesive, but sometimes there were great passions that ended in fights. I noticed that women, unlike men, do not fight at all. More cruel and without regret. They clutched at their hair and let go of their claws, completely disregarding each other’s condition. Female fight looks very ugly from the side. But they were rare. Basically, they beat with words, in passing, noting the shortcomings of their enemy. Or zaglazno discrediting the hater.

I was an independent observer, yet involuntarily absorbing their life psychology. Interestingly, they were much more relaxed when discussing their family perepitii. If men did not measure members from school, then their women measured, and how! Describing male virtues both in length and in width and properties of bending.

The constant chattering of the machines led to the fact that even in relative silence in the smoking room, they talked in a loud whisper or even loud enough. The smoking-room, in fact, was exactly the place where the circuit-breakers were located with shields connected to them with a huge number of automata. It was assumed that each machine had its own machine gun, but my lazy predecessors, with the breakdown of a nearby one, just connected two wires on one. It works and fine. But I did not like it. A bundle of wires stuck out like horrible. They were burnt, sparkled, and thus violated stable operation.

Therefore, having received new guards in the warehouse, rearranged them, sometimes under stress. I was not afraid of the current, and if he beat me with his 220 volts, it is usually affectionate and gentle. The guards were small for six automata. Therefore, disabling 6 workers, did his job, and they sat in the smoking room and scratched their tongues. There were few female smokers, but they talked about sex as well as the current ones. Once they raised the topic of blowjob and cunnilingus, and I learned a lot of additional knowledge for myself. They did not see me point blank. And they confessed with terrible force while I was squatting on the floor, in the corner, stretching the screws on the shields. After finishing the prevention, I took one box and went in their direction. Not far from the "smokers" it was necessary to nail her to the dowel. It was then that they noticed me and fell silent on the most interesting place. But soon continued about cooking.

When I finished knocking and began to throw the wires, one of the workers asked me:

- Yura, what do you like for dinner?

I do not know why, I suddenly blinked the names of some terms from Cooney that I liked.

“I love the flight of a moth and Viennese sticks,” the soft-eyed youth blurted out without thinking.

- This is so a fig yourself! - Exclaimed one of the working women, did you hear everything ?!

Having called myself a grunt, I had to climb into the body, moreover, it was said in such a tone as if I had not heard, but had overheard.

- I'm not deaf. Besides, you were talking loudly enough, ”the electrician explained, without turning around.

When working under voltage should not be distracted, but I was distracted. Electric current did not take long and sweetly smacked my finger. He decided to take a smoke break. I smoked something. And then questions poured at me from all sides. They still did not see a man in me, but they saw a professional in everything. Knowing that I approached everything thoroughly. Shil, I may not faster than many of those present, but definitely better and more professional. Most of the machines did not work anyhow, but much better than before, and now I started repairing suitable wires and cables. And this is a fairly short time. Assuming that in bringing pleasure, I am also “the best of the best,” but they were sure that only in theory, trusting in my behavior. And once in theory, then you can ask the Guru about anything. They asked, and I talked about what women taught me, much older than me, but experienced in love joys.

“You should have already written a monograph on this,” one woman, 35 or 38 years old, said quite seriously.

She was already married for the fourth time, and I think the number of former lovers exceeded one thousand. My mistresses were less than fingers on one hand, I said so.

“I thought you were a theoretician!” - snorted one of the young ones, about 5 years older than me.

- Do you want to conduct practical classes? - I did not hesitate to ask.

The conversation seemed to concern taboo topics, but we put it that way, as if talking about sewing matters.

- With pleasure! - Katya grinned (that's her name, I remembered)

- Where and when?

After work, - she answered, not at all embarrassed by the others, - then we will talk ...

It was like an introduction to an autobiographical story. Continued, it may be written

Part 2

- Do you know why my parents called me Katya?

“I will, if you say so.”

- I was born at the end of July in the year of the Tiger. On the sign of the zodiac, I am a lioness. Mom decided that the best of the cat breeds is the best name: Kat is a cat. In addition, the cats are unsurpassed cleaners. I really like cleanliness. You have to put up with it.

“Ummm, it seems we’re not yet short enough to put pressure on me.” Do not you find - I was teasing and eloquent.

My eyes did not hide the strict order in the apartment of the girl. Everything sparkled clean. She did not utter the standard phrase: “Sorry I haven’t tidied up,” before we entered her dwelling. It was not required. Moreover, it would rather be absurd. The first thing she did, undressing, sat me in a chair in the room and asked me to wait for her to take a shower. Then Kate took me to the bathroom and showed me shampoo, soap, a toothbrush and a towel ... Read more →