*It was again one of those days.* *When it’s between the legs more moisture than in the air.* *Wet hair straight out of the shower, on the terrace slowly and with pleasure smoking last joint, in the glass she had a drop of whiskey.* *”You could afford a little of him” …* *She thought aloud.*
*He could come again.* *A little visit.* *Completely so unexpected.*
*It was in the middle of the night, when she could not sleep and was on the balcony reading her favorite blogs, the bell suddenly rang.*
*”Hey, baby, it’s me. I hope I didn’t wake you up, just came back from a trip. Can I get a coffee? ‘.*
*For a few seconds she couldn’t breath, and then finally, as mesmerized said, “Yes, of course.”*
*She felt so soft.* *Her knees were wobbling.* *As always, when she saw and heard him.* *Yes, this is so called a special effect.*
*Slowly, as if she doesn’t want him,she opened the door and invited him in.*
*He looked tired, as if he needed a massage.* *Or maybe something else?*