yet it was the morning guest who entered. Seeing her, Arina immediately started, but the expected attacks and throwing the bra on the table in the first seconds did not follow.
Moreover, Zhenya herself, after spending half a day in mental agony, felt out of place not less than Arina. This time, of course, she dressed quite modestly: the shoes on her legs were not so flashy and provocative, instead of a raincoat a unremarkable jacket was worn from above, and her legs were completely closed with classic blue jeans.

Not calculating the time, the woman was afraid that the secretary had already left, without waiting for her. But, seeing Arina in the workplace, she synchronously with her, in the first moments, lowered her eyes, but collected her thoughts, yet began the first:
- Good evening...
- Hello ... - The tension between women could be cut with a knife.
- Arina ... I ... I want to apologize to you ... - The words were given to Zhenya with difficulty, but she promised herself that she would finish them.
However, the confused secretary interrupted the pause, asking a stupid question:
- For what?
The guest took the question seriously and continued:
- For what I did in the morning ... I do not know what came over me and now I am very ashamed in front of you ... I want us to forget about everything, if it is possible, of course ... - She was shy to look Arina's eyes, not even realizing that the girl is even more embarrassed by her.

“Well, let's forget ...” the secretary said. If Zhenya were more focused on the reaction of the interlocutor, then she would feel in the voice of Arina not only notes of relief, but also some disappointment.
- Well! Thank! - Guest revived. - Oh, by the way, here. It was also stupid and somehow childish, or something ... - She smiled, taking something out of her purse.
Contrary to Arina’s expectations, she didn’t stretch her bra by the strap and didn’t throw it on the table, but just took out a small opaque bag in which a neatly beaten garment lay. Having taken a step to the secretary's table, Zhenya suddenly stopped when she saw how Sergei's office opened slightly and he, already dressed in street clothes, was leaving him.

- Oh, Zhenya, are you already here ?! Why don't you come in?
- So a second ago I went ...
- Aah. Here we go?
- Yes of course.
- What is it with you? - Having seen a package in her hand, the man asked.
- This is ... Uh ... - Zhenya hesitated, not daring to give it to Arina, but the answer came unexpectedly from the secretary herself, who also immediately realized that the transfer of some things between her and the visitor could become suspicious for the boss. This could lead to unwanted questions. Therefore, she frantically began to show the wife the word "no" with her eyes, and, ahead of her answer, she said:
- And this in Evgenia Alexandrovna fell out of her purse, and I noticed. - A little ridiculous she said.

- Aah, well done. Come on, Zhen. Arin, close? - The woman nodded. - Until tomorrow then!
And the couple retired from the reception, going home on their planned business.
Arina sighed with relief. Everything ended easily and simply. Of course, she did not get a bra, but this was not the worst moment of the passing day. The only thing that worried her was her internal state, caused by some dissatisfaction and understatement between her and Zhenya.

Zhenya, in turn, was also not herself. At least she was strikingly different from herself this morning. This was immediately noticed by Sergey, so when they got into the car and were alone, he asked:
- Are you okay?
“Yes ...” she answered in monosyllables.
- Right? - incredulously asked the man.
- Yes, just tired, I guess. Unusually without a car throughout the city to run back and forth.
- I see.It is a pity, of course, I would prefer to repeat the morning procedure. Your behavior was very unusual and I will not hide, which is very intriguing. But if you're tired, then let me take you home. - Realizing by her appearance that nothing interesting can be expected from the evening, Sergey tried to interrupt him.
- No, no, let's go, just met.
- Come on.

In the end, they both regretted that they decided on this trip. In the sauna, they did not behave like lovers interested in each other, but as people held together for more than a decade, performing marital duty without much passion and desire.
Of course, under Zhenya’s everyday clothes, she turned out to be quite sexy lingerie, from which she quickly hurried to get rid of. And Sergey even poured her favorite cognac, but that’s all the fuse of their trip and ended. After sweating in the sauna and taking a dip in the pool, a woman without enthusiasm and with a renounced appearance made her lover a blowjob, for some reason refusing classical sex. After that, in order not to spoil each other's mood even more, they got dressed without unnecessary emotions and the man took Zhenya home.
After keeping silent almost all the way, Sergey wondered why he needed such an extravagant girlfriend at all and whether their meetings were worth risking his reputation and her marital status. And in general, was it worth it to spend your personal time and money on a woman who can easily break into her office like that, regardless of the circumstances and the situation, get hers, then ask for a meeting and act as if she were brought here by force?

In addition to everything that happened during the day, in the evening, Zhenya's husband, who was not in a good mood, returned an interrogation to her, finding dirty and torn stockings in the bathroom. A woman, not going after the word in his pocket, going to the counteroffensive, gave him a response scandal, accusing him of treason and other terrible sins. At the cries of parents from the room, both sons jumped out, who have long been accustomed not to the closest family relations, and now they are just interested in a reason for a quarrel.
Oversized mature guys stared with great interest at two dirty stocking cloths in the hands of their father and their mother’s bare legs glittering from under the robe. Their own mother, in their unanimous opinion, was very personal for her age. Having intercepted their views, Zhenya shouted at them, drove them back into the room, and then quickly crumpled up the conversation, giving the husband a verdict that he would sleep on the sofa in the living room until he apologized to her for his stupid words.

Thinking about the ambiguous interest of her sons to her appearance, the woman remembered that tomorrow they would have to compete in local boxing competitions, where she was called to cheer for them. Suddenly it dawned on her: in past competitions, the Fingal was put to her youngest son by none other than Arina’s son, engaged in the same club. So, tomorrow, under the occasional pretext, it was possible to see her again, to give the object, which was obviously not needed by his wife, and literally burned a hole in her bag, reminding her of her ugly morning act by her presence. In addition to returning a delicate garment, the woman still wanted to talk to the one she had so unfairly offended, in the first place, of course, to clear her own conscience, which continued to gnaw at her all evening. With these thoughts, she finally fell asleep, without waiting for an apology from her husband.

The local club, which held competitions in several sports at once, organized them, pursuing primarily their own selfish goals. In other words, the organizers conducted them for the sake of advertising, which even in their half-million city and in another form, it was even a pity to rush. The owners of the club hoped that the participants of the competition would attract their relatives, friends, classmates and other acquaintances who could get into the spirit of sports and enroll in one of the sections of the club. Or at least remind the locals that the club has an inexpensive swimming pool, and the gym could just be rented for playing sports.All this could bring the organizers at least a small profit.
Not wanting to waste money even on prizes for the participants, the club played subscriptions to its own ... Read more →