- Yes! - I answer this question. - And what happened?
- Her mother addressed us with a statement about the loss of her daughter. What is your relationship with Ira, how can you help us in your search when you last saw her?
So I told you, in what relations I have with Ira. But tell readers.

MEETING WITH IRA

Inet-communication with Ira becomes closer and more trusting, I raise the issue of the meeting, saying that we already know each other well virtually, it’s time to get to know each other personally. Ira, on the one hand, does not object, on the other hand, constantly refers to her busy work and her mother’s very close custody, and from the third she is very complex and shy to show me her photo, claiming that she is ugly and unsympathetic and does not want to lose such a good virtual friend, because after that I can no longer relate to her well, and she also went through this when the spilling nightingale trills of the men instantly fell silent and stopped communicating after exchanging photos. Finally, letting himself be persuaded. Squeaking phone, loading images, opens mms-ka with a photo of Ira.

Well what can I tell you? Better not say anything, just confirm that she was right in assessing her appearance. A bony face without any signs of cosmetics, short straw hair, no semblance of hair-styling, regular haircut “under the boy”, a wary look of the animal, which was lured and kicked instead of treat, the jacket and unisex-style trousers may well leave the impression of a 26-year-old girls, and a 16-year-old teenager with a swollen face that has not been touched by a razor.

But I still confirm that my name is DD, and I have never paid attention to the appearance of the woman who interested me in communication, which I want to achieve for one reason or another. Robin Hood I or Casanova, Good Doctor or Don Juan, but in the life of Ira there is little sex, little carnal joy, and there was no man at all worthy of this title. I will be the first deflorator of her soul.

After MMS comes sms-ka. “What, speechless from such“ beauty ”? ((((I warned. "I answer:" Of course, you are not a fashion model from the covers of fashion magazines. As I am not Apollo or Alain Delon. Your beauty and attractiveness are in the living human warmth of a spiritual girl, and not in the cold marble of museum statues " .

Selection of a convenient day for a meeting begins. The difficulty is that the New Year is approaching, corporate offices have already started in all cafes and restaurants, and Ira doesn’t even always have a few hours to sleep after or before the next shift at the gas station. In the 24 hours that she works at the gas station, can not leave in any case. During the next 48 hours, whenever she gets a call from a cafe, she is obliged to come there as quickly as possible, and stay as long as necessary, the only thing is not to be late again for daily duty. She has such an agreement with the owner of the cafe, and she must abide by it, because he keeps his promise not to call her while working at the gas station.

And here, by the will of heaven, something happens that, firstly, helps us, and secondly, it makes my meeting with Ira very different and, from some point of view, unique among my many similar meetings. A certain rich office makes an order for a corporate party from this cafe, with their food, drinks, service, but in their own building. And they say to Ira that she will definitely not be needed on this day, and the next day she can also consider herself free before noon, if anything, they will call and tell her, but this is unlikely until the evening.

But the petty trick is that I myself can’t go to Emsk on this day.At work, in the morning, there is a very important meeting on the method of closing the year, even if it is assumed that it is over at 10–00 and I leave immediately, then I will not be there before noon, and that it will take four hours from 8–00 to complete the shift of Ira ? She cannot be home, because according to the legend she is just being taken to this corporate party, and she can be legally absent for a day and a half.

And I suggest she come to me. First, Ira takes it with humor. Where have you seen that girl herself went to the first intimate date in another city? I, of course, happened to have a meeting with a visitor. But in one case, it was my long-term friend, with whom there was no more and more, and at some time it turned out to be more convenient for her to come to me, and not vice versa. Another time I had a meeting with “Smoker”, but she nevertheless came to visit her relatives and just devoted a couple of hours to meeting with me, and not like in the intended situation - to come only because of the upcoming first sex with me.

I am very excited about such an idea, I say to Ira that I didn’t have such a unique situation and most likely will not have it, like hers is similar. I explain that nothing complicated, flights go regularly, every hour. I had to go to the bus station, get into the minibus and get to Ensk, and I’ll meet her, rent an apartment, and her further stay will be under my patronage. In the same way, the next day, I will take you to our bus station, take a ticket, put you on a minibus, and she will arrive at ease.

Ira agrees. And she even writes herself (before discussing my possible visit to Emsk, it was not excluded that we would sit in a cafe, take a walk, and if there is no mutual sexual traction, I will not insist on intima): If I come, we will have sex, ”to which I reply,“ I will not coerce, but most likely it will be so. ”

The meeting day is coming. Sitting at the meeting, I receive SMS "I left". After the meeting I answer “I am waiting for you. Ask the driver when you arrive in Ensk ”, but there is no answer anymore, I think that she has fallen asleep or such sections of the route pass through where there are no repeaters.

At 11-30 am going to the bus station. Unsubscribed to her that already in place, she replies that the road is snow-covered, the bus goes slowly, but in about half an hour they will reach. And indeed, at about noon, an old LiAZ, puffing in puffs of smoke, drives into our bus station. Passengers are few, Ira leaves the bus one of the last.

The photograph sent by me to the MMS (which I later also transferred to the computer to better see) was apparently taken from close range and from such a angle that I had the impression of a rather tall and large figure. Actually, Ira resembled a puny teenager, a little taller than my shoulder, probably half as much as my centner, in the same boyish cut jacket, pants, heavy shoes, bare-headed, not a single gram of makeup, no rings, chains, bracelets, and not even a handbag over the shoulder, and in the hands of the usual poly-ethylene bag.

I happily smile at her, she is embarrassed in response, she becomes a little prettier at this moment, from the embarrassed offended boy they look through the rudiments of an ugly duckling, who can later become a beautiful swan. I embrace her, kiss her on the cheek, she awkwardly pokes her lips into my scarf, asks if she needs to pay the fare or take some things from the baggage, she negatively shakes her head, and we go to my car and sit in it.

We sit in a cafe, have lunch. I have to make the order completely, because embarrassed Ira cannot really say what she wants to eat, she rushes to convince me that she is not hungry, because in the morning she drank tea after the shift. The jacket was also removed after persuasion, beneath it a black shirt with sequins, thank God that it is a female type, and from under the unbuttoned top button the skin of the neck and upper chest shines with a nice white skin.

The warmth and tranquility of the serene atmosphere affect Ira.She slowly relaxes, gets used to me, sympathetically answers questions, laughs at my jokes. The theme of the coming New Year flashes, we share various amusing events related to the New Year holidays.

We are going to the apartment that I rented for rent, paid for, took the keys from the hostess before ...