that the eyes did not take. I then had an old Nokia, the N500, their first smart - it has a very loud speaker. With a minimum loudness audibility - as on the speakerphone. Naturally, Kate heard the whole dialogue. She sighed sadly, said - how I envy your wife. And asked to take her to the house. I called a taxi, drove home, we said goodbye, and I drove for Jeanne. I called - said I would soon.

The second important note - for 8 years of living together, I have never seen Joan tipsy. The voice on the phone was completely normal.

I will pay attention to an important fact. Katerina is a spectacular woman, 43–44 years old at that time, with a growth of 170 a single gram of excess, all elastic, her chest is three, which, even if not supported by anything, rests on you so that you are struck by lightning through you, from crown to tail . And Zhanna - height 160 and plus or minus two. But - with the right top, and choosing it - I - also looks very, very impressive.

At the same time - if we scale - the length of the dress for both is the same. I drove my colleague home and went after Joan, calling her on the way. To go from Novoizmaylovsky to Sadovaya, at 12 at night - 20-25 minutes. Come, park, negotiate with the taxi driver - wait and take us home to Nevsky. I call. no answer. The girls have a disgusting habit of keeping the phone in the bag. At the same time, the phone may ring, but it lies in the bag, the bag is somewhere out of the way, and it simply does not hear it. Well, this is a girls have a feature - for that they are girls. well, I think the phone is in the bag, Zhanka knows that I have to come, now he will take the phone, see my unanswered call, dial, we will meet and go home. Daughter is sleeping, Zhannochka probably drank champagne or cognac, so there are all the prerequisites to enjoy not the longest dress and very beautiful lingerie and stockings on a very beautiful girl. It is with such thoughts that I am waiting for Janine's call. the mood is super, soon the New Year, everything was decided with the contractor, everything was discussed with a colleague, Zhannochka should be grateful that she prepared me like that. In general, everything is great. But no call. five minutes, ten, fifteen. I call again - and again there is no answer. I negotiate with the taxi driver about the extra money, everything is fine, an adequate man - took off, opened the order. standing, waiting. And do not let him go - the end of December, cold))). It takes almost an hour. I didn’t quite imagine where they were walking. This is not the pic itself, but nearby. After about an hour, the long-awaited call is heard, and Zhanna asks in a rather strange voice - Sashka, please meet me. I find out - where, I say to the taxi driver - where to taxi, we drive up and I go for my faithful. And I’m mentally rubbing my hands with it myself - Zhanka probably snatched an extra glass of brandy, and therefore it would be very easy to seduce her into something like that

This is the hotel Arcadia, on the Moika. there is a very decent restaurant, good bar, sauna. A good billiard - at least the tables are not close to each other. Zhanna works in ... prom, a subsidiary ... in the construction, a company can afford a good corporate party. I see my other half on the couch. I understand that the girl is in a good mood, that she had a great time, but something is wrong. And I do not understand - what's the matter. whether the light somehow falls wrong, or the color of her dress somehow doesn’t combine with this sofa, the sofa itself is somehow different. Sofa such a huge leather, maroon. Such - in which you fail, and he hugs you by the shoulders. When a girl in a dress sits on such a sofa, then, regardless of the length of her dress, you understand how long her legs are.

I understand that this is Jeanne, but her hair seems to be different, of a different color and somehow not so styled, make-up is also somewhat different. And I understand that my beauty drank not just an extra glass of champagne, but well, if not an extra glass of brandy, and moreover - full to the brim. And it looks somehow not natural.Something cuts, but I don’t understand - what, and I don’t try to figure it out, since I need to finally bring my legal one home.

People, when they drink too much, are different. Someone delivers, someone keeps normally, but for whom you can not say that he drank and drank pretty

Jeanne is holding up quite normally, I take her hands, she gets up, I kiss her on the cheek, and we go to the car. I asked something - how, they say, had a rest, she answered. what well. We sat down and went. On the road, Jeanne falls asleep on my shoulder. It is not long to go - to Marat, about 10 minutes. Zhanna sleeps, does not wake up. the taxi driver opens the back door, I take Jeanne in my arms, and take it home.

Everyone is sleeping, I quietly carry her into the room, lay on the bed and go to the shower myself. This is such a phase shift for me - I cannot go to bed without a shower with good soap and washcloth.

Jeanne is sleeping with an angel's sleep, right in her clothes. And then it comes to me - what is so hurt the eyes. On Jeanne Gennadievna there is no bra. Therefore, it seemed that the dress was sitting somehow wrong. I think - a noble party was. Kiem, perhaps, blew off?
And the dress itself was a bit damaged - several seams on the folds were torn. The fabric itself was not damaged - the seams collecting wrinkles were damaged, these wrinkles were straightened. And the hair - just wet, so they seemed different. I understand that in my further actions ethics was not present at all. and I'm still ashamed of myself. But I decide to check whether this is true, whether or not there is no bra on it. Zhannochka is fast asleep, you can shoot out of a gun over your ear - she will not wake up, the dress has a row of buttons in front, you can unbutton them, and the dress will remain on the bed. If you try to describe the emotions that I then experienced, then they can be compared to the emotions of the first kiss with the girl, from the first independent trip by car, from descending along the snow on a snowboard - I had such an experience when rushing and do not understand, you will break or not. Or how about the first parachute jump, already with a significant delay of disclosure - this is when you fall at great speed from a huge height, when the wind flow does not allow you to breathe, you are overwhelmed by a complex mixture of delight, fear, feeling of flight, but you need to control your body, watch the altitude on the altimeter and open the parachute in time.
A lot of buttons, they are very small and tight, and - most likely - have a purely decorative function. Or maybe my hands were shaking. According to my feelings, I unzipped it the rest of my life. These buttons are small, they can’t be grasped, they barely crawl into their loops, God forbid, Zhanka will still wake up.
On it really was not the top of the linen. The dress was worn just like that.
When I unbuttoned the dress to the bottom, I saw stockings, one had a puff on the inside of the thigh. The bikini was in place, but it was torn - that strip that connects the back and tummy was torn along the seam below. I also noted to myself - cool bikinis, the seams are completely unnoticeable, and sewn - a thread to a thread. Her lips were slightly enlarged and more red. On that half of the torn strip of black lace bikini, which came from the back, there were some dried up whitish divorces.
Zhannochka turned on her side, and I saw on the spot, which was, as it were, covered with linen, a red trace from strong pyatnyi, on the hips were, turning into bruises, fingerprints. When I released her from the dress and what was left of the laundry, I found on the collar and the strap of the dress the same dried up spots as on the torn bikini. I carefully removed her stockings and threw it all into the laundry basket. Jeanne was wrapped in a bathrobe and covered with a blanket. On the back were two barely noticeable red stripes - apparently, a trace from the bra hooks that drove with force over the skin.

I do not want to seem like a gossip, but there was - at least - a couple of guys, since it is not realistic to take off the top of the linen without removing the dress. Only the purely technical part is interesting - how? Apparently, Jeanne was lying on the couch, one holding hands and, pulling off the bra, slightly damaged the dress. Or maybe he didn’t hold her, and she hugged his legs, bending back and swallowing him the whole length of him ...while the second one, with force spreading her legs, tore up the bikini - since it became impossible to remove them - and, clutching her ass, with force entered ... more ... and more ... Or maybe she hugging the first one by the legs, she was no longer able to take off her underwear, since her legs had already spread apart, and the second just tore it up so as not to mess around. Although ... it's not my business. And now - another life, other interests and concerns.
The story did not continue, I did not say anything, Jeanne, too. As if nothing happened. The first worker called me in the morning — life went on. Capturing the garbage along the way and throwing it in the garbage bin, I accidentally - through the blue bag, at the very bottom - I saw the red package from Postinor.

The most interesting - I did not have any emotions. Totally. It was very interesting to watch myself - zero emotion. What am I all about? Fuck knows - inspired by something old yeast))) but such stories are only possible under the hops))) In this particular situation there was only one emotion. You can describe it like this: What kind of fact? This means that with me - only with a mechanical contraceptive, and others - please - as you wish, wherever you want. It's a shame damn.