- Vadim Semyonych, - a pretty nurse head in a white cap peeked into the room, - the patient was beaten up.

- Yes, I'm going, Ninochka, what's he got there?

- Multiple bruises, possibly a fracture of two ribs, hands, hematomas on the face. From the disco delivered.

- Hmm ... how did it get you, my friend? - Asked the doctor, pushing swollen eyelid.

“I ... it was ... engaged,” whispered the patient with his broken lips.

- How is it that right on the dance floor? - Nurse goggled eyes.

- What are you, Ninotchka, - the doctor smiled, - to engage is to invite a girl to dance. So in the nineteenth century they said.

“That's right, she didn't know either,” the patient said hoarsely.

Two hours before the events described ...

In the light of strobe lights, a girl danced under the din of speakers ... well, in a very short skirt. A guy in a clearly not in a club sweater came up to her, and most of them were in a provincial disco.

- Hello! - shouted the guy.

“Oh, come and dawn,” the girl said.

- What is your name?

- Never mind.

- And me, Vanya. Cool looking!

- The original tackle straight Shandets!

- Both-on, original need? Well listen. And let me bind you?

- Chivo! - this time in the girl's voice slipped a genuine surprise.

- Well, I engage you, once or twice.

- Are you crazy?

- C'mon, will you lose anything?

- Fuck off me crazy!

- Do not fall off something? Why did you come to the disco? To get you banged right? Well, I'm offering you this.

- I have a boyfriend, idiot, he came out to smoke. Now back with friends, you chew in two.

- Eh, why is the guy right away, well, boy and boy, will he either lose something from him too? He is engaging you, I am engaging you, everything is fine.

The guy made an attempt to approach the girl.

- Vitya !!! - she heart-rending squealed.

Almost immediately on the proscenium, three healthy bald men with sloping shoulders:

- What are the problems? - asked the most healthy.

- This wanted to engage me?

- WHAT ?!

- Just count up here?

- What are you superman? Asked the big man.

“C'mon,” the guy replied. - It's ok. She's your girlfriend, you bother her, it's okay. But if I also bind her once, nothing will happen. Right?

- Hey you, chudil, I am now engaging you, understand? The big man moved up.

“Hey, hey, I'm not really a fan when a man engages a man.” But if you want - I do not mind. First you commit me, then I love you. Then I bind your girlfriend, well, and some of my friends, too, I can. Once you are a lover. Well, in the end, we all engage each other and we will all be satisfied.

The guy threw up his hands ...

Two days later ...

“What kind of cattle lives with us,” said the nurse in the dressing, after hearing the story. - A girl that fool, such a guy exchanged - a romantic, stupid for pitching.

- Well, as it was.

“You know, I'm on duty tonight.” One Come to my staff room. I would not mind if such a romantic guy ... engaged me.

2. WHITE LILIES
No, well, I, of course, counted on everything, on insults, reproaches, maybe even on a small scandal, but so that ... and silence. Why did I come up with excuses on my way home, worried, my head was breaking? And then even on the threshold they do not meet with questions. Well, yes, a bit late. What you can not drink tea with friends? Well, yes, Lenka's “tea” was too strong, especially the one that was printed out for the one for the road. Why so offended at once? Or not offended, but just fell asleep?

Snoring comes from the living room. It seems he was offended after all, defiantly laid down on the couch. And I mean, I will spend the night alone, in a cold bed, and no one will hug, no one will warm, no one will caress.

I take off my sandals in the hallway, and swaying slightly from a light storm in my head, I run up to him.Here the bastard, did not even move, continues to sniffle in all holes. Offendedly, I throw the blanket to the side. If only the sofa had spread out, otherwise you wouldn't even be attached to the side. Flashing playful thought makes me steal from this insensitive snoring log panties. In the light dusk of dim light from the corridor I try to see the nest of debauchery exposed. Something small and shriveled, timidly peeking out from under the dark curls of hair, its absurdity and helplessness, awakening in me at the same time cheerful and tender feelings. Trying to suppress a chuckle, I bend down and kiss this skinny kid, while experiencing some kind of mimicking feelings. But not able to cope with the surging desire, run over it with the tongue, gently take two fingers and slightly pulling the skin, expose the head. I play with him like a cat with a mouse, quietly whispering:

- Wake up, baby, your pussy wants to play, - but in response I hear only snoring. - Oh, well, then hold on - and with these words, I grab a shallow lazy mouth.

I suck, play with the tongue, throw it from my cheek to my cheek like a caramel and, lo and behold, it comes to life, pours juice, becoming more and more. And now his tip, which exhaled moisture, rests directly on the throat. Overjoyed at such a miraculous transformation, I settle down comfortably on my knees at the edge of the sofa, and squinting my eyes in anticipation of pleasures, rhythmically moving my head, then almost releasing the prisoner to freedom, then again driving the fugitive inward at his very tonsils. And all these advances, to my delight, are not in vain. Twitching in light convulsions of pleasure, the object of passion sweetens my ears with sighs and groans, but some too restrained, as if afraid to scare.

No, well, you look at it, how to snore in the whole room, so it is always and easily, and how to moan from the soul, so except for a quiet grunt from him nothing more and not squeeze out. Will not work. I’m here, you know, laid out on the full, I started up myself, my stomach was already twisting, and between the legs was Niagara Falls, and in return a sleepy valley and faint chirping in the bushes. In me, the excitement is awake. And to raise the octave, I squeeze his hairy scrotum with my hands. He even kicked his legs as a paralytic, but he never made a louder sound than a mosquito squeak. What is that? In my head, one dubious thought slipped through all the more annoying things that I tried hard to drive away from the moment I entered the living room: “Something is wrong here ... there is clearly something wrong, but I don’t understand what?”

Without releasing my trophy from my mouth and holding the testicles with my left hand, with my right hand I throw the hair out of my forehead and slowly turn my head. From the dusk of the room some bearded face looks at me with a strange grimace on my face, whether it is smiling or writhing in pain. Of course, I myself realized that I was late from the guests, but not so much that my husband’s light unshavenness turned into such a hairy monster.

"Oh, God, this is not a husband!" - insight flies into my head, and with it panic horror. I want to shout, but my mouth is still strung on a member, on some alien male member. Nightmare! Spit it out, spit it out immediately! But fear has tightened all the muscles, the jaws do not want to unclench, I feel the nails on my left hand digging into the soft, supple scrotum. A man makes a squeak of a dying mosquito and, oh, horror, his dick starts to throb wildly on my tongue, filling his mouth with sticky liquid. Yes, my God, how much is she, has he been saving all this for months, waiting for just such an event? A tart smell immediately hits the nose, it becomes sick, goosebumps run down the back, and cold sweat appears on the skin.

At last, the brain-befuddled gives the body a command to slide off this agonizing ...