I work in the fitness center as a coach. This is for women. For the men, I am a serga from the hood :) Not the essence. A couple of friends come to us - Vanya and Lecha. The first shakes for the sake of the babies and sticks to all the clients (and they, the trip, like it). The second simplyins shape and does not pay attention to our clients (and this is mutual). I didn’t talk about it, until recently. Until one girl came to us. Not to say that it is full, rather it is simply not a hangover, like the rest, whose ribs are torn and the chest is flat. Just a normal lady like that, looking nice. The third breast. Such is rare today.
So here, Lecha goes past this new woman, running on the runway and dying on a half-step. Vanessa to him:
What are you?
He looks at the newcomer for a long time and says:
Vanessa has meat on her.
The new lady pretended she didn’t hear, the other girls shaken. Well, the guys left, and after half an hour Lecha came back. With a broken bouquet of roses (I think so for half a hundred flowers), which presented the new one, to her great surprise. Then he clearly worshiped, turned around and steered away. The faces of the other women should have been seen.