Never thought it would work like this! But today, it seems, was a day of testing, a test drive of my still small-y-y-y-yusenky level of pumping. I spent the whole evening not practicing seduction with a look, but cultivating positive on the basis of hostility. To whom?

My direct head of the legal department seemed to have overeat henbane! A whirlwind of criticism rose up, overlaid with a mountain of documents and flickered in front of his nose all evening, his eyes sparkling, as if I was the reason for his extracurricular work. And I practiced hard: I imagined Vitaly Alexandrovich either as a dashing cowboy on a wooden mop...