- No, you do not understand. I’m not talking to everyone. I mean, since you had meetings with several men, why did they want to continue the relationship with you?
- It's hard here. Who wants me again, I do not want them. And whoever I want, they no longer show desire. Plus my freaking schedule, plus the mother-warden. Sucks it all ...
- Come on, come on! The situation is not a fountain, I agree! But see, if he has an ex-wife, a current beauty-lover and one-time prostitutes, he is intimate with you anyway, it means you are not tired of him, it means he wants you at these moments, it means there are no fears that he will reject you. Let not in the first place, but you exist for him, he values ​​you and appreciates you.
- Yes it is. He praises me, says he would be pleased if all our employees were like me.

Yeah, who wouldn't? Submissively in love, substituting any hole at the first wave of the finger and not demanding anything in return, not to mention any obligations.

And somewhere after the November holidays, for several days before 11-11-11, we have such a dialogue with her:
- No, well, you count up, DD, he marries ((((((((((((
- On you? At the wedding invite?
- It is a sin to laugh at the unhappy girl.
- Oh, to me your smileys in the opposite direction seemed curved. And whom does he marry, on this capricious beauty?
- Not.
- With my wife, was I reconciled, and decided to celebrate my wedding?
- No, he was finally divorced by the court, so he can now marry officially.
- And who is the bride?
- You do not know, I, in general, too, some kind of young girl, just graduated from school, they say at work here, their parents caught up, he didn’t really want to, but it’s simply unseasonable, he also wants to slip into the deputies, the questionnaire must be right, you know.

- Oh, will now be the mistress of the State Duma deputy?
- Well, not the biggest state, but our local level of thought, but the first step is the hard times. And don't you laugh, he says very clever things, the last time I was with him ... um, he was in the office, he read the newspaper and quoted me, so say listen, how the authorities should act.
- Was the newspaper “Pravda” with Lenin on the page?
- You are crazy! What Lenin, still Ivan the Terrible remember. Of course with Putin.
- And then he told you about the wedding?
- No, I accidentally found out. Partner says, and do you know that our boss has 11-11-11 wedding? Well, that was, otherwise it would have fallen. Then I asked, he hesitated first, then he smiled, he said “yes” and invited me. We will walk at the wedding!))))
- To go or not to go - that is the question? Or if you go, then what to go?
- The question is, of course, interesting. But think of something.
- With a dress, of course, think of, I have no doubt. And actually, why did you grieve when you wrote about this to me? To be honest and frank, you never had the role of his wife, and you never set this as your most important task, right?
- He will leave me!

- Hold your pocket wider! No matter how often I would be with you. Because subconsciously feels guilty before you. There is such a girl in love with him, he got used to you too, and due to circumstances he is forced to marry a person completely unknown to him. At his first wife, he will not be spending the night, so her share of attention will go to you, if not entirely, then in part.
- Oh, DD, I don’t even know ... I don’t recognize myself these days, I laugh for no reason, I cry for no reason. Let it be as you say, am I against it? For the sake of him I breathe and live ...
“Do you want to give him such a wedding gift that he will never forget?” And the memory will also warm you for a long time, how did you originally please him?
- Want!
“There are many works in erotic literature that describe how a former lover or a complete stranger man raped or gave into her mouth as a bride on her wedding day. But the opposite is extremely rare. To the groom on the wedding day, before his first wedding night with an innocent bride, fucked or put in the mouth of his mistress. At the very least, it will show his feelings for you, his intention to stay with you or to leave.

... At the time of the Sunday call from the police, this was my last reply to Ira. On Saturday, I visited the site, there was nothing from it, but this remark was marked as read. On Sunday, I was not yet, while the conversation with the lieutenant lasted, immediately went in, looked, there was no answer.

And now imagine my thoughts? She was offended by my proposal to suck the groom at the wedding, fell into depression and committed suicide? She stuck to the groom with such a proposal, he made fun of her and sent her away, she got drunk from grief, left the wedding and got hit by a car? She was spotted during the process, drunk guests were let out in a circle, and at the end they stabbed with a knife and threw the corpse in the trash?

First of all, I feel very sorry for her. She didn’t even begin to live in order to so ingloriously die. Secondly, I feel sorry for her mother. Tyrant or warder, but this is mother. She had already lost her daughter once, which in principle should not be, that children should bury their elderly parents, not the other way around, and now also such a blow. Thirdly, if they seriously dig, then I will not have sweet. A printout of SMS messages and a mobile operator will provide the investigation according to the law, the provider of the Mamba will also be connected, and according to our virtual conversations only an idiot will not understand that she was my mistress, and that I have plenty of mistresses. In fact, my family will be dealt a heavy blow, do you?

It's time to take your youngest son to a Sunday school class. I take him away and until I go back, I sit in the car and I think, where could I go to? If we exclude a fatal outcome, but let's say I’ve spree, the phone is lost or my mother deliberately doesn’t take calls, so she shows her protest.

Surely, she had already been called a hundred times. And my mother, and from the police, but nevertheless I will try. Short beeps. Maybe it’s really busy, or maybe a disconnected device gives out such signals, I can’t know. I am writing a text message about this: “Ira, hello! Are you okay? Your mom and police are looking for you. Where did you go? Let me know about yourself! ”

Another unsuccessful attempt to dial, start the car and go home. I will try to write through mamba and classmates, especially in classmates she has friends, anyway, the thread must be unwound, if it is still possible, find it and help.

Vibrating in my breast pocket. I take it out, I cast a glance at the screen - she calls, Ira! A sharp jerk of the steering wheel to the right, I stick to the side of the road and stop to be able to speak calmly off-track, and press the "Answer" button.

- Hello, Ira, is that you? Hello!
- Hi Hi. And what happened?
- Well, like that, I just wrote to you. Your mom and cops are looking for you all over the county. Are you okay, where are you at all?
“And why is she trying to find me through you?”
“And you ask her better.” Probably, I was the only friend of yours, whose mobile she knows, so the cops called me at him.
- Here are weird! At work, I was, lingered a little, now I'm going home. But yes, mobile communication has been junk in the morning, the antenna has just appeared, I saw missed calls from you, called back, and I haven’t read the SMS yet.
- But is everything okay? Was you at the wedding? Without problems, everything was?
- It's all right, DD, do not worry! Here I open the gate. I will write to you on the site. OK Bye!

JEDEM DAS SEINE (HAPPY END)

First of all at home I open the site of the mamba. The answer to my remark with the proposal to make the groom an original wedding gift in the form of a blowjob was received and consists of three words, three exclamation marks and three enthusiastic emoticons:
- I DID IT!!! ;-) :-); -)