My father from a business trip brought a jeans pair, and she was small to me.But it was a jeans shit, he barely pressed and went to school. The legs like sticks, in the knees do not bend, the jacket barely stuck to all the buttons, but behaved like a tough corset. In short, I walked like that robot from Star Wars. And when it was necessary to sit down at the party, as the teacher said, a loud thunderstorm broke out in total silence. The pants broke in the ass. I don’t know why, but after that incident, I got the name Lisy.