potato And then the girls!

But the character of the candidate for the Forbes list is manifested in the kitchen.
- Who so cleans the potatoes?
- Why are you cutting so? Give me the knife, look right!
- Better not bother me, leave! Show me where the oil is. And take out the trash.

What do you say it's not me who fried the potatoes? Well, let it be we, okay. I stirred on the fire and salted me for sure. The dosage determined Les.

Bread, cheese, fresh tomatoes and cucumbers, cold cuts, a hefty frying pan with shrimp potatoes in the center of the table, juice and mineral water, tasty, and the smell is like that, but saliva flows, but something is missing, right? It was in the refrigerator and beer, there was a frosty bottle of vodka in the freezer, but the kitchen (and we dined there) - one of the patrimonies of the originally female kingdom of the "three K" - continued to maintain dictatorial manners in the Forest.

- I do not drink. Generally, not a drop. You are driving. Not! - said as cut off.

“Well wait, Leska! - did not say, but I thought. - We will get to the room. I will show you how much a pound of raisins and where the overwhelming cancer. Lie still, dear, - I already turned to the startled member, who heard the familiar term, - but be on the lookout! ”

Dinner is complete, the table is cleaned, we are in the room. Something will be? And will there be something?

On the wall next to the cupboard is a long-standing poster calendar. Lesya looking at him with interest. Whether studying the minimum wardrobe of the girls depicted on it. Whether looking at the machine is looking for memorable dates and recalls how they were held that year.

I decide. I came up behind. Hugging The chest falls into the hand, as if the size was specially selected for my palm. The other on the stomach. Delight and affection. Kiss on the neck. I cuddle. Awesome smell, maddening and motivating to the exploits. I whisper:

- Lesya ... you are so beautiful ... you are so good ... you are so kind ...

Dreams Come True! For a few seconds, she stands indifferently, as if checking her feelings before giving a dash of what follows soon. Then he covers my hands with his own, strokes his fingers, turns his head to the side, rubs his nose on my schnobel, smiles gently, and whispers in reply, before limping his lips:

- You're a magician, right? Read my mind, yes? I so wanted you to just come up behind you, hug me, whisper something tender ... and not from the threshold, from the go-raid, pounce, like a hungry person on food ... and she was hungry too, Zoya podzuzhivala , let's say, let's order, you will have a normal dinner, that there is that potato and whether it comes to it at all ... and I put up with it, believed in you! Thank!
- Now is not hungry?
- No, - Les is surprised. Then he understands the second meaning and clarifies - yes! Want you!
- Enjoy your meal! - I say, and our lips are closed.

... I don't want to brag about my lover hero skills. I can not complain about a small experience. Like any man, I had victories and failures, successes and failures, a triumphal march of soldiers throwing the banners of the defeated Reich to the foot of the Mausoleum, and a dull weave in a column of prisoners of war with shackles standing. Anything has happened. But such an internal unity, instant response, intuitive understanding, complete agreement, so that from the first meeting, but so with a woman with whom I formally seemed to have just met ... so soon and you do not remember.

Describing sex in detail is no desire, forgive me, strict authors, appraisers. Even more so, there was no bed-balancing act and overkill of the poses of the Kama Sutra. Slowly and gently, gently and sincerely, we enjoyed each other, each touch, each kiss, each look tried to give pleasure. And remember each other forever.

And these two replicas of Lesia are nectar and balsam, a delight to male ego.
- Oh, I'm already finished, a little bit more and lose consciousness. Let's deal with you!

And a little later, lying in his arms, resting from the "works of the righteous" between the first and second:
- You know, I lie here with you naked, and even thought there is no pull a blanket.
- What for? Is it cold now? I'd say hot.
- That's not the point. I'm not a nun. I meet with men, have sex. I love this thing, do not laugh, prankster! But I usually have that. How did the deal, I want to even pull the bed sheet and lie quietly to the side. About something to think about. Or about tomorrow. And you still have to cuddle with you, play around, tinker, like a teddy bear, and you are restless, like a clockwork toy.
- At your service, madam! And you are not afraid, now a bear cub will become like a bear, but how will he eat such a delicious girl ... am am am! - I was drunk, as if a bottle of vodka from the freezer had been teleported to my stomach, and alcohol was fogging my brain.

Mephisto, devils used to take you! Stop the time, do a favor! The devil, you are not in the details, you are in seconds! Oh, how do the hands of the clock run, bringing the moment of parting closer ...

Last Kiss. In the car, in front of the entrance of Zoykina apartment.
- I felt good! I was very good! I will come again.
- And me, Lesya! I'll wait!

The day after Lesya's departure, Zoya called me.
- Leska delighted with you! Did you add anything to her potatoes?
- Luke, or what? No, just butter.
- Why didn't I offer potatoes, greedy?
- Well, here's another! I treated you to kebabs.
- But I did not cook with my own hands.
- Where am I on the fifth floor to you shish kebab fire?
- Never mind! All the same to blame. In general, she is very pleased, well done, did not disappoint. Going to come again. Just try to disappoint - I'll kill you!
- Let only come, will not regret!

... did not come! The riots and manifestations began in the neighboring country, the times of “Ochakov and the Conquest of the Crimea” were repeated, and Lesia, the faithful daughter of her people, took to heart and with great resentment the strife between the “Serbs” and the “Croats”. As a result, I, the “Greek-Macedonian”, suffered, neither by ear nor by snout, having any relation to the subjects of the Slavic dispute among themselves.

Plague on both of your houses, fucking politicians!