After the dembel, I came back into my beloved’s arms. She lived in a neighboring town with mine. Her parents knew that their daughter had a caregiver, but they looked after their pigeon not very carefully. They often drove to the country, leaving the daughter alone, and I used this gap in parental control armor very effectively, putting her integrity at risk. She was not against. Our relations were almost platonic in nature, but with the prospect of raising the demographic level of the country. Everything was serious. But I didn’t rush to meet my parents, I knew it wasn’t time yet.

The devil accelerated the process.

Returning from the other end of the city, my king and I fell under a heavy rain and washed out. When I came home to her, I dropped my wet clothes and went to the bathroom, and at that moment the bell was heard.

The mother's heart, to see, felt awkward, and the parents returned two days earlier than planned. My lady panicked, and stuck me as it is, in some only cowards, in the closet, and hiding things. It was very uncomfortable in the closet. Something whispered, whispered, ticked his nose. I do not advise anyone to hide in the closet. Better under the bed.

In general, I, as a real soldier, courageously endured the turmoil and the burdens of humble affairs. Twenty minutes passed. The parents began to question the daughter. My mother was looking for something to find. He enters the room.

“Anya, why do you have such a mess in your bed and the same mess in your closet?

He opens the door. He sees me in shorts.

I say :

Hi to you.

My mother says:

The cape...

He closes the closet.