One beautiful summer, my friend bought a white cotton coat, the length I can't. Young long-legged, looked good in a shirt, if not one but... In the process of walking the shirt slipped up a little, and it was from the back and on the general view that was exposed, what should be hidden from the eyes of strangers.

I, as a good friend, this to Yulka, at which she laughed cuddly and said that it was so planned. Okay...

In June and July I saw this shirt very often, it looked very lucky to a friend. We together (I and a girlfriend in a shirt) went to rest, go to holidays and even to work. And in August, a friend came up with a complaint:

I have it all. I see her under the coat, why didn’t she say it? Yulia was upset.

How did you not say? She spoke. You did not believe.

“I thought you’re jealous) And nobody said except you, neither at work, nor your girlfriend. uki