There was a beautiful, long-legged blonde. Communicated occasionally, sometimes intersected, beer drinks went, I was mostly lazy to take care of her, she was with claims, flowers of a taxi and all that, so I did not try, and she did not initiate. But still, like an ordinary person, I sometimes just wanted to drink a beer. After one such meeting with beer, she asked to spend the night, some relatives went there, the children gave them the best places, and her ancestors drove to sleep somewhere in the summer kitchen on a mattress on the floor. I lived alone at the time, in my own monastery as a king, and slept on a large double bed. I agreed in principle without hesitation. Not every day long-legged blondes come to bed with you.

Well, in general, I cooked dinner, the table was covered, the romantic brought up as it could. We got tired, it was time to go to bed, I gave her a shower towel, everything seemed to go to sex.

And then she declares that she is really very tired, does not sleep with guests, feels bad, only wants to sleep and urges me not to stick. Without hands and anything.

Okay, I thought, the lady asks. She really needs to stay overnight. I’ll go gentlemen and sleep.

In general, she washed, hung her drying clothes on a towel dryer and jumped into bed in one towel. I followed her and slept safely.

tk. The final post for the League of Fools is obvious.

In the morning she woke up first, rather dressed up and stated that I was not a man, not even trying to get her, went offended knocking the door.