When I was a teenager, there lived a girl five or seven years older than me. I was very dry on her, and she immediately noticed it. Gradually I grew up, and one day, on my eighteenth birthday, when we were going to celebrate, she approached me right in the middle of the yard and said:
You’ve grown up, you’re 18, you’ve grown up and you’ve grown up. Most importantly, you can have sex. I want to give you a gift that you have long dreamed of. Here is he. This is brick.