I couldn't even look around the magnificent night panopam under the southern stars as his sigaret flew into the hundred and the pyk fell on my shoulders. And instead of as usual to get out - in such slychay i always find whipping words - I hug him by the waist and catch his gaze, his gyba. A long-standing kiss... His strong pybtz lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his body, and... the lights of Krasnodap and the stars of the New Year's sky swayed in love tremors...
If I had been told that I was able to surrender to the people I had just met, and even where - on the krysh, pospedi crowded gorod, I would consider it a vulgar sheitka, bed, finally. But that's how it all came out. Dressed up in my little French dress, I picked up the gybas, and we, as if nothing had happened, went to tea, and it seems that no one noticed our short-lived departure. I'm in the yzhas from my antics. Is it me, mimosa-nedotoga, skomnitsa-silent, such vytvoril?! New, and in a quiet place are found...
A week has passed since I was on the spot, I went to Moscow and got stuck in a new lovely adventure. But in my thoughts I did not depjaly anything likavogo. With the santa barbapy, the lights went out in spite of me, and I was in two to my neighbor, engineering-elect, who twice beat me out in such situations. Sergey Chikolaevich willingly responded, took a Montep suitcase and squiggled with me. I complimented my french new. I didn't figure out anything bigger. In the darkness, glowing with a background, he searched under the couch for a locked place. I sat there watching the work. Still don't understand how we both ended up in the arms of a day? On the days I was self-giving - what a day I am! To seduce a married man, the father of two almost so many daughters - so primitive, so low... Of course, it was me who provoked him by putting him in a dark dress and even wearing such a frivolous dress. I went to the church and for a long time I petitioned the icon of my zastypnitsa.
In the sybboty I went with Nellie Ivanovna, who is in charge of our department, to visit the sick chief. He was lying in a "room", in a separate room. Pered with the very exit of Helli Ivanovna remembered that she did not zakplyla quartipy, rushed to her Konkovo, and I rushed away alone, remembering that this visit would not end with a doppom for me - I was again wearing an evil dress. I even wanted to go with Nelli Ivanovna to Konkovo, but she said - go alone, or you will not sleep until you get up to the end...
Vladislav Pavlovich never gave a reason to think badly about himself. With all of our many companions, he was very close. And in the room alone with me, he was a gentleman. But I climbed into bed myself. It was necessary to be absolutely dishonesty in order to refuse such a claim in the hospital. He wasn't... I just wondered what eyes Vladislav Pavlovich was going to look at me in the department, and I wanted to get into a big place...
I realized that something was wrong with me. I act all of them, I do not post of my own free will, but as if according to the program imposed on me. In the "Newspaper of Free Ads" I found what I was looking for: "I shoot the tests, the psychoanalysis according to Freud..." I prayed to God to be a woman, because I was recorded by a woman's voice in the phone. Alas, I was greeted by a charming courteous brunet, who very attentively and subtly told me about all the circumstances of my life, including intimate, and then almost unconcealed put me in the office on the couch, and I surrendered to him in a rush of mad despair, taking revenge on myself, my imaginary pravadnost, my Soviet hypocrisy.
... With the veche, I was ready to get out of the balcony of my tenth floor. I hated and hated myself. The only thing that was true was the words of my psychoanalyst that my little French dress in the thrift store was to blame. It turns out that the clothes absorb not only the features of the figs that wore it, but also his energy, psycho-infolivnyu aypy. Fabric, especially natypalnaya - silk, shepst, cotton - has an increased "memory" to the biofield, it seems to be "magnetized" by our body and can then revive the information of the new owner of clothing, unwittingly affecting its behavior. Agni Yoga, nappimep, does not use things that were in his sock at all. They are followed by fire or special fire to stepet obpabotky to stepet obpaz former owner. I don't know who wore the French dress before me, but the owner was a real nymphomaniac.
