She worked in a private firm, engaged in the diagnosis and treatment of BPH. One of the doctors was a young lady, but in the body - with a stomach, a lush bust, a poppy, such a smiling valkyrie. And always walked on heels and with light makeup - a very even attractive stitch.



But her profession was a venereologist, and patients in her office usually experienced all sorts of mental pain and horror when they were told the diagnosis. And then physical, when burging began, all kinds of irrigation, etc. Often they had to be encouraged, they were already hurt or sometimes cried.



And here came to her for a reception of Georgians, you see that it hurts a man. She asked to put down her pants and took the tools for scratching. It turns - and he stands in all combat readiness, an erection though the walls are broken. She lost the gift of speech. And the poor Georgian from embarrassment and embarrassment "Listen, I'm not hatel, honestly, yeah?! But you’re so young and beautiful here, and I’m a bas of pants. That’s what he wants, I can’t do anything!!”

xxx: At about 14 years old, I was placed for examination from the military committee in the hospital complex of the city of Nalchik. That was about 19 years ago. I was very thin. In the 90s, the food was bad and the military commission decided to find out why I was thin (truly). So I decided to examine the stomach and the endocrine system, I am not full due to a lack of hormones) In general, the stomach was checked, pushed into the throat and stomach tube, this was the first time and so far the last time. Then followed the study of the rest. And here’s the most touching moment) The doctor touches my eggs with the whey and asks – what’s so small? I was sharply upset and upset by the question and replied that type yes like normal... and he supplements you eat little? You do not gain weight. Heavily weak...



And then I understand that it’s not about my her, but in general about physical development, but I didn’t look at it.)



But that moment of touching my eggs and the question of the size of the fire for a lifetime)



YYY: I had a similar situation...



I was assigned a course of injections, injections were traditionally done at the fifth point. Every day after school I went to the clinic to inject.



I come again for the injection, I lie down on the banquet waiting for my fate. And, I have to say, I at that moment knocked somewhere 12-13, and the signs of puberty began to appear on my body - then I would grow breasts and black hair in the places they were placed. Until now, my hair has only grown on my head, and it is very long, so I was curious to note all my physical transformations.



And here, I am lying on a banquet, the nurse turns to me with the syringe in her hand, with a critical look throws my body with the naked ass and exclaims, "What a long hair you have!" What I ask with my eyes full of horror: “Where?”



Of course, she meant hair on my head, but I decided that I already had black hair on the pop for some reason (will I cover it all!So long that she noticed it. When I pulled my hand to touch the pop, the essence of my question came to her, and I had to wait another 5 minutes until she would break through before she could inject me. I also gradually realized that it was about other hair, and the expression of horror disappeared from my face.



P.S And she remembered me since then, and even on the street greeted me with a mysterious smile.

We brought all the garbage from the winter.

And our garbage tanks are on the edge of a small square. Unwillingly listened to a phone conversation of a man who was walking the dog, well he said very loudly:

“Vasya, I tell you I can’t drink anymore!! to

The interlocutor says something.

- Vasya, right, I am very sick today, I barely walk!

......

and Vasa! I tell you again – I can’t drink anymore!

...

and Vasa! I told you that I have a star like a hero!

......

No is! I have nothing to explain!

...

What argument?? to

...

B to E! Okay, I will be soon!



Unfortunately, the voice of Vashi was not heard, and I did not recognize the most deadly argument in the world.

XXX: Everything decides in seconds for the school record. The first person who submitted at 00:00:34, who reached 140th place out of 140 - at 00:05:47. The remaining 50 people - by the way, in the other OU will enter...



YYY: That’s because they made a drop-down menu. It would be faster. This money was earned before.

Five years ago, my eldest son went to school recording, writing a script and filling out all the data in one window in 1 second. Three seconds to choose. 2 seconds on a capsule. Wait for 5 seconds.

Shorted for 14 seconds. It was 11. School is not easy.

Yesterday I gave the younger. Since the scripts are nowhere to unfold because the menus are added in the process of filling up, all the data is loaded on the lmouse+key button combination. Click the window and press 1. The window is full. And went on.

It turns out that almost all data is drawn from public services. Only that doesn’t happen quickly. With my hands on the trainer, I filled all the data on average for 40 seconds. And then I just inserted the recording number in the Zags and my phone for some reason. The rest was filled. And because of the crap of state services took it 01:01.



XXX: Here is the spider on the state servants came

Paradox: a secular lion can at the same time be a dumb sheep.

It was at the airport upon arrival. Waiting for luggage. Previously, I always flew with a black suitcase, and this time a few days before the departure, I bought an orange with a discount. I wait, everything does not go. Then I catch a black (by habit), like he. While she was reading the name and surname, a man approached and said, “Woman, this is mine.” I say, “Sorry, it’s very similar to mine.” Soon my new suitcase arrives. It was necessary to see a man’s face when he said, “Oh, yes, here’s he!” I catch my bright orange.

When did you start working in this company?
I was threatened with dismissal.

Recently from the rental apartment came tenants, good guys. I bought a mortgage apartment. They called me to give me the keys to check out if necessary. Since the son who in May will be 6 years old to leave was with no one, took with him. Coming into the apartment, I say to my son dress up passes, you have to notice he has never heard of this apartment. The little boy taking off his shoes asks: Daddy, where are we going? I answer seriously, well, it is said, your apartment now, you will live here on your own, you will always say that you are an adult. One shoe hangs in the air, the eyebrows knock, such a grief in the eyes I have never seen.

Dad, you know that I don’t know how to feed. I keep my property in me, I don’t give up, I wait. The little one looks at me, waiting for me to smile and say, “I’m joking, baby.” I hold on. The joke opened after the phrase "Papa and garden on which side". I think you are good, adult.