I wished my department was nearer to where the student bars were, that part of the campus was always lively-especially at this time of night. We'll I ...asn't too afraid anyway because I felt sort of at home on campus, and my warm cosy room wasn't too far away. As I walked I felt a few wet drips hit me, “dammit”, I thought to myself, “my damn hair!”, I forgotten to umbrella and had straightened my hair a few days ago, now it was about to get completely soaked-all that hard work for nothing!. I. Ах да, - т.к. я не являюсь поклонником TF (за редким исключением божественного "Coleman institute", имеющего на данном ресурсе удивительно низкие оценки (( ), то вступление придётся делать более прозаичным. )Место действия оставим оригинальным - где-то на задворких Калифорнийщины. А вследствии совершенного незнакомства с тамошней жизнью, история обещает быть тотальным трешевым фан-фикшеном с рязанским акцентом, что впрочем ничть не отличает её от всего что на chyoo представлено )))Имена. It was still very funny; jokes that last several millennia don't just stick around for any reason. My laugh was soon halted, however, by another horrible familiar feeling, one which just about ruined my nights plans, and certainly finished my earnest hopes that were to follow dessert. Sitting in a remarkably comfortable chair in my expensive dinner jacket and pants my groin suddenly crumbled inwards. A sensual feeling of imploding, folding flesh was sent express to my brain telling me that I. .. Mary. Thank you."He entered the lounge, where his petite, blonde-haired wife was curled up in an overstuffed armchair. She looked up with a smile, which faded as she saw his expression. He slumped in another chair and tears began trickling down his cheeks. Ksenia leapt up and almost ran to sit on his lap. "Darling! What's wrong?" I love you." I know. Why is that sad?" She kissed the tracks of the tears, then his eyes."I had to fuck one of those women today." We expected that." She's a.