Private life
Ridiculous stories about psychology of relations: Sexual games
In one of summer days, on a handrail of the hugest in a bridge city there was a girl with big, always smiling ears and, having reflected, about something maiden, looked one eye downwards, and another, with curiosity examining something on horizon. The easy breeze tried to put in order its dismissed confused hair of not clear colour. And, making advances to its easy dress, tried to expose on display beautiful, little bit bent in some places, covered with easy red hair, feet.
Having looked at last in the blue sky, the girl has sighed a full breast and, having closed eyes, has slightly sat down on the curve feet, been going to make last step …
— Stand! – any shout covered with a rust has reached it. No doubt, it belonged to any vile man. The girl has opened one eye, most likely left and has looked aside, this cooling whence was distributed I smother a gnash. To it, desperately swinging all ailing finitenesses, ran any urodets.
— Think again! Stop! – it was distributed from its party. Being braided in fairly worn footwear, it fell, then again rose and again fell. The girl with obvious indifference looked at the man running up to it. When it has appeared absolutely close, it wanted to it to jump downwards even faster. It was present Kvazimodo. The fellow, beggarly looked at it a lewd sight, hardly breathing and not in forces to say a sound.
— Stop … – at last it was pulled out at it. – you Excuse me … … – It has seized for heart. — I hardly was in time … you, apparently, were going to jump from the bridge?
— Yes. – With pride the girl has answered. — still as has gathered! And anybody cannot prevent me!
— That is, you have solved, as though to settle scores with a life if I am not mistaken …
—! An abacus!
— Fine! – he has exclaimed! It is simply remarkable!
— What here the remarkable? – Bewildered and insult the girl has asked.
— I will try to explain to you … Only I will recover the breath … – he has said, still keeping for heart. – understand, I live nearby … I as you see far not the macho …
— M-mda … – the girl has stretched with fastidiousness. – and what it concerns me?
— And most that on there is a direct! Know, girls always refuse to me in sex. Because I the terrible ugly creature. Besides, I cannot brag and the man's advantage. And to you already all the same, time you were going to commit suicide. You have a possibility before death to make happy the person!
— You so think? – The girl has flashed. On its beautiful face there was a coquettish smile. – you become from it happy?
— Certainly! It is good to you – to die all the same! And me what any pleasure!
— Well, then give! – the girl has easily come off a handrail.
— Directly here? – The fellow has become puzzled.
— And what the such? Of whom to us to be afraid? To me all the same to die! – the girl has carelessly answered. It has thrown off a dress, has accurately laid it directly on the bridge and has settled, shamelessly having moved apart feet.
— Give! Only faster! Do not hesitate – forward!
— And can and backwards, at last? – The dissolute thought was carried by.
Kvazimodo, awkwardly jumping up on one foot, has pulled together from itself trousers and as if the wild wild boar, grunting and snuffling, has attacked on a female. Has passed two hours. Emaciated sexual games, they laid near, closely having nestled to each other, looking in the transparent sky over themselves. The fellow has looked at hours.
— It is time! – he has said, is not clear that, meaning.
— You know … – the girl has told thoughtfully, is sweet stretching. – I will not jump today more … I Will go, probably, home! You after all the fourth today at me! Or the fifth …
— And it is correct! Go home! You after all at me too today any more the first …
— Means, you have deceived me, what all women refuse to you?!
— Why has deceived! I have not deceived anything! – with insult the fellow has breathed heavily, wiping a nose.
— Actually, refuse. Those who has decided to commit suicide are given only. To whom any more that to lose! At last, as they say … And here beautiful, sexual, for some reason at all do not pay to me attention.
— And at me the same … – the girl with grief has sighed.
— Only here with such marginalami type you and to have to deal … And that the real man – krasavchik, or provided – such was not!!!
— It is visible it is not fated to us! – the fellow putting on trousers has sighed.
— Probably so! – the girl correcting a dress has agreed.
The easy breeze observing of all this scene, has picked up last phrase: «Give tomorrow we will meet» and has carried away it for horizon.









