Sam sat and analyzed why he needed it, and began to think about Giselle ...

- And if you make a mistake and this will affect our communication? - Sam was cautious.

- I will not be mistaken. I take the consequences for myself. - said Misha.

- Well, look, bro. You for the market no one pulled. Take out yourself. - Said Sam, doubting the correctness of this experiment.

...

Later that evening, the guys both went to Misha's home. The guys met Giselle, wrapped in one robe, not expecting to see her beloved not one ...

- Hi, Sam. Misha did not say that you will come.

“Uh, I didn’t expect it myself,” Sam smiled shyly.

- Sorry, we decided to continue our rest at home, if you do not mind? - Mikhail began with a question that in itself fell away.

Knowing that he is embarrassing for Giselle, because everyone understood that she would not start chasing their friend now, with whom she also communicates well.

- We also took a surprise to you! - said Michael, taking out a bottle of semi-sweet wine from the package.

- I get up early tomorrow, I can not make you a company. - Sadly stated Giselle, who usually willingly agrees to the "glass of wine."

- Well, let's go with one or two glasses and go to sleep? - asked Misha.

Giselle looked at him a little disappointedly, knowing that Misha did not give an account of her behavior, but she still made concessions and made a company for them. It was a spark of naivety, which Misha sometimes used, being able to present everything as if it had happened by chance and there was no intent, pretending to be a fool.

- Come on. Only I will sit with you for one hour and go. - said Giselle.

The guys made a hookah, poured glasses and turned on the PS4, while Giselle changed clothes and prepared snacks. Do not sit in a robe in front of a family friend? - not. Giselle could not do that, she was brought up differently, although she could spend a good time with young people when she was free and not in a relationship. But in relation to Misha, she was all serious and she loved him.

Misha and Sam loved to play fifu. Having played two short matches for their favorite teams, they changed the game and put on the last Mortal Combat. Sometimes Giselle and Misha played it and even argued about washing dishes. At first, Misha succumbed, but then, when Giselle had become accustomed, he stopped doing it, because he too often had to wash the dishes.

The guys drank, smoked and sometimes played among themselves. At first, only Sam and Mikhail played, but later Giselle joined them.

Sam knew about the insidious plan, and he offered to play on the wishes. Misha at first pretended that he did not want to play on desire, but then decided to support Sam. Giselle looked at each other, finishing her second glass, said that it was time for her to go to bed and decided to go to the next room.

- Well, let's get a couple of laps and go to sleep? It will take only 10 minutes, and the two of you to play the desire is boring. Said Sam.

Michael took the right tactics. He was not the initiator, but enjoyed the dictatorship through a guest who would be harder to refuse, in turn, supporting him in everything.

Giselle stood for a while and sat back down on the sofa. The game continued.

First lost to Sam. Giselle was careful and very cleverly decided to play with the guys. Sam walked down the steps of the porch in the evening and crowed loudly. Then there was a game between Sam and Mikhail, where Mikhail lost and he had to drink water from the toilet.

After that, unexpectedly lost to Giselle, who usually wins against Michael. Mikhail offered her to dance twerk for Sam, which he met with a very sullen look from his beloved girlfriend. Giselle was fond of amateur twerking and sometimes recorded spicy videos for her man.

The girl asked for another wish, but when she was offered to drink the milk that had disappeared, the girl willingly agreed to perform the twerk for Sam.

Gisele came up to Sam, dressed in short shorts and a homemade hoodie top.She turned on the music and, bending her knees a little back to Sam, began shaking her buttocks under the bits.

- Let me dance with you? - Said Sam to which Gisele shrugged only her shoulders, twisting her eyes on the ceiling saying "as you like."

The guy got up and slowly began to move her pelvis towards her, holding her waist gently with one hand, the other brought her somewhere a little above the girl’s left shoulder, performing a dougie dance. Giselle sometimes turned around and smiled at Sam, continuing to shake her booty, not noticing how she sometimes hurt through the clothes, standing on a member of their friend. Alcohol affected everyone, and the guys did not notice that the next song was already playing in the playlist.

Misha, who started this “game”, himself was a little scared by such a dramatic development of events and reminded the guys that the song was over and it was time to get behind the game again.

Sam from the back Giselle looked back at him in surprise, saying, asking, “dude, everything is going according to plan,” but Misha hesitated and distracted his girlfriend from the evil looks of her friend. When Giselle went at the request of Misha to cut oranges, he began to justify himself to Sam, inventing ridiculous excuses.

- I know her better, it is better to gradually sink the ice. - clearly expressed Misha. Who has not yet decided whether he wants this development or not.

- Bro, let's just decide, I do not want to be extreme then. - Sam looked at him with a little suspicion.

- That's it, I'm here! Continue? - said Giselle, gently tapping her graceful legs on tiptoes through the mess that the guys managed to arrange. She carried food in her hands and was cheerful and cheerful.

Giselle did not notice how the "pair of laps" games were long gone. The guys had time to make different wishes. And vulgar, and funny, and nasty. Sam was obliged to sit in his shorts (guessing, of course, Misha). Misha was supposed to do Giselle's foot massage for the next con while she plays with Sam (desire Giselle). Giselle was supposed to drink the contents in a pickle jar (Sam thought). Misha was supposed to dance a striptease for Giselle (thought of by Sam) and the guys fell down with laughter from his clumsy and funny movements.

The alcohol ended, the benefit in the family bar was another bottle for Giselle, but the guys then played to the action “who loses goes to the casket to the Armenians” to negotiate the purchase of whiskey, because the time was already far beyond acceptable for alcohol. Misha succumbed, because he was afraid that Giselle would go to sleep, and it would be ugly to do this with a guest, leave him alone, and go to the store.

The round-the-clock stall was in a nearby section of the district, across the highway, about 12 minutes from their home by an average step. After purchasing the desired order, Michael rang the phone.

- Alo?

- Bro ... - it was Sam, and in the background was some kind of scuffling and laughter Giselle. - Are you in the store already?

- No, I have already bought it and am going back. - said Misha, and inside the breath was lurking.

- Bad, go back. Zhizi and I drank wine.

- Wow, what did you drink with her?

- Well yes. She lost and had to share wine. Oh! It hurts to bite! Said Sam.

- What is going on there? - trying to calm himself, asked Misha, so as not to show excitement.

- Oh, nothing, ahah, I lost the second time, now she is massaging my feet. - Said Sam, laughing - apparently angry for the wine.

- Ok, come on. - just managed to say Michael, who turned back in the direction of the store.

Michael ran, very hastily, exciting and a little scary. The dialogue in his head did not stop, he was a hostage to thoughts that he could not control. “What if it happens without him, and he will never know about it?” Maybe something will go wrong, and Sam will hesitate to tell him, and Giselle will hide him completely from sin? But she is unlikely to go to such a betrayal behind her back? because I myself repeatedly suggested that she try to find out whether the doctor was telling the truth or not? ”

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