The whole of December, after our second meeting, Angela and I didn’t see each other and didn’t call each other (if my memory serves me, then even for the New Year there was an exchange not with calls, but with SMS), sometimes there was a short exchange of remarks on the dating site, and somehow it even seemed that our stormy delight at each other subsided. All the more surprising was the unexpected call from her in early January (Christmas had already passed, but the working days had not yet begun). Omitting greetings, greetings, liner to the topic and verbal laces (in Angel’s telephone conversations she was very careful and did not allow verbal courage of website and real communication), the essence of her request was this (later, by communication on the site, we detailed, of course).

I was asked to create a steam room on the site to search for a girl for the trio of ZHMZH or for a very extreme case (if a pretty young woman does not agree to have sex without her partner) a couple to pair. However, the framework for the implementation of this project Angela outlined very tough. I could only tell applicants her age and orientation, and all other information (name, nationality, acceptable and unacceptable in sex) only after they would send me their photo with detailed information, and Angela would approve and approve.

Well, imagine what my answers are stumbled upon by a pair of M + F, looking for the same pair for a married swing or group sex lovers.
- Hi, are you really a pair of M38 + G26, looking for group sex?
- Yes.
- Is she your wife?
- No, mistress.
- Let's goodbye.

- Hi, we are lovers too, want to meet?
- Yes.
- Photo show.
- No, you are the first.
- Let's goodbye.

- Hello, my wife / girlfriend cannot yet, she is away / she has her period, but she is not against the first meeting I was alone, and she will join in the second. Do not you mind?
- Objection.
- Let's goodbye.

- Hi, in our couple bisexual not only she, but he. What about the meeting?
- Let's goodbye.

Single girls who would agree to meet with a couple, I have not found one. And with those two couples (both were under and over 40 years old) who agreed to all of our initial conditions, gave detailed information about themselves, sent me their photos and waited for the verdict of the Angels, the final exchange of replicas was this:
- Hi, we sent you pictures on the soap, what do you say?
- Unfortunately, our female half rejected your candidacy, sorry.
- Let's goodbye.

To be honest, in one of these couples, the woman was of such an appearance that even I was not upset to hear the sacramental "come on, bye" ...

In general, the month of January, I regularly report to Angel on the results of searches, which are either zero or zeroed by her efforts, but it is not clear that she would be upset by this. As I understand, she outlined the ZHMZH of another role-playing game, but since the aunt I found are far from the ideal image of her beloved student years, then ... it doesn’t hurt at all.

And now, a month later with something after the start of the ZHMZH operation, her bell rang (well, that during working hours, I can go out into the yard and talk calmly), and she triumphantly says:
- You can delete the questionnaire.
- Why?
- I found it myself.
- Well done!
- Only you need to come tomorrow. And be sure to rent an apartment (in such and such) quarter.
- What for?
- Meeting (in such and such) restaurant, - I know this restaurant, it is really in that area, - and she lives there nearby, in general, to explain for a long time, but she does not want to spend time on trips around the city there and back, it is limited to her, her parents are strict, all that, you know. Why do you care?

- I make no difference. On the one hand, it’s even good, because now I’m having a car under repair, they’ll not be able to do it until tomorrow, and I’ll arrive, which means public transport. On the other hand, I don’t have any familiar housewives in this quarter, I’m going to have to look through ads in the newspaper, so look, then no complaints.
- Come on, DD, do not bother so deep. Nastya, of course, a capricious little girl, I already managed to understand, but I hope not to such an extent.
- What time tomorrow?
- We have agreed with her at 8 pm, first we will sit and talk, and you can come up in 20-30 minutes.
“Good, Angela.” Till tomorrow!

Exactly at 20-30 the next day, I entered this restaurant, handed overclothes to the wardrobe and went up to the second floor. In the hall it was noisy and crowded, musicians played loudly, colored balls glistening from the balls hanging from the ceiling all over the room. Not to say that Angela and Nastya were very passionate about each other. They sipped champagne from their glasses and sometimes threw scattered glances at the scene, where the home-grown “talents” crowded under the stars. Angela was obviously glad to see me, we kissed each other, stroking her hair, I managed to whisper: “Mmm, how delicious you smell!” I found it premature.
“Champagne, of course, is good,” I said, sitting down, “but let's have a normal dinner, what do you say, girls?”

The girls nodded favorably, and I asked the waiter to bring the menu.

It was a cold day, I was tired and hungry, while I decided to work and personal matters during the day, and without my own transport, so I drank some glasses of vodka with pleasure, saying befitting toasts and snacking on slices, salad and hot. The girls did not lag behind me, with appetite, they were all right, they only drank not vodka, but their favorite champagne.

But if everything was normal with the ingestion and ingestion of alcoholic beverages, the communication for the trio, to put it mildly, did not improve. Not very attractive for my eyes Nastya (even though the new one is always the most desirable). Moreover, one thing is an unsightly appearance (small growth, small black curls, a swarthy face, it is clear that it was cleanly washed, but for some reason left me with the impression of tatting , and she constantly angrily pushed it back closer to the elbow), it was never fatal to me. And a completely different question, that I did not see in her benevolence, openness, sociability, trust of partners on the eve of forthcoming sex. Frowned or emphatically indifferent, she answered my questions, practically not taking part in our conversation with Angela. Nastya did not revive when discussing a cheerful student life and jokes over teachers (although she herself was a student, but it seems to me that some secondary commercial, rather than a free state university) is not woven from big business and government structures, or even computerized. -online topics.

Reflecting, I can assume that she was pushed away by my appearance of an adult, respectable man in a suit and tie, reminding her first of all her strict (or corrupt) teachers, whom she could not perceive as sexual partners. I agree that the topics of the conversations may not have been very suitable for today's stupid young people, but who will tell you what to talk to them about before (for) how to (put) to bed?

Nastya does not get into a joke about the liver and Prometheus, knowingly declares that the boutique "Prometheus" does not sell meat by-products, only imported clothing and footwear. Angela and I involuntarily scour.

I smoke. Knowing that Angela does not smoke, I suggest Nastya's cigarette. She hesitates for a while, then whispers something in Angel's ear, she nods, and together they leave the hall. Passing by me, Angela puts her hand on my shoulder, for a second she presses her hair against mine ...