I remembered one case - I had a gentleman, came after a restaurant man to my house, such a romantic, he took me on his arms and took me to bed.And the corridor we had is narrow, and the bike was still in it.While he was crawling - his shirt was stuck in the door handle.Yes, so firmly, fuck, we tried to break up for 10 minutes, then I brought the scissors, cut off his pants from the pen.As long as I cut off my finger, I looked for hydrogen peroxide.As long as I was looking for peroxide, my menstrual period began.After that, we roasted the rest of the night.So we remained friends for life))