SHORT STORIES

A samples of the book in draft to get free here

What's a Life

The life can be beautiful if one succeed to stop himself inside.

Montenegro's wisdom

When I get the need to work I'm going to quiet find place in the corner and patiently wait until attack is over.

Valuable corks

I've invited a neighbour and good friend of mine to drink the glass of wine together.

- Why do you throw the cork away? - Ask me my dear visiter.

- Well, I have enough of them already collected. Look down there.

- I never use to through any cork away.

- What for do you need them?

- Well, I don't know what for but it's natural material. It is valuable for me. It must have some reason why I've collected all these wine corks since many years till recently.

- Since many years? How big volume is your collection of?

- Ha, ha. It is not as huge as seem to be. I use to drink wine but not every day.

- Well, here we are. This is the answer of your question, since my collection would take a lot of place.

Both laughing.

The method of reducing bad smell in the flat of socks reasons

The wife has to spend some time of business reasons away, so here husband stayed alone at home one week long. She cooked him a beans before she is gone, so it could stay in the fridge a while. When she arrived home back, and opened the fridge, she found the unwashed socks there, packed within the plastic bag.

- Why did you put the unwashed socks in the fridge? - Asked she the husband of here.

- Well you know, it was to hot, so the socks have smelled to strong, so I found the way how to reduce the bad smell in the flat of socks reasons.

- But it is disgusting to keep the unwashed socks in the fridge together with the food.

- Why? I've put it in the plastic bag to avoid any contact with an environment.

She has removed the socks together with the plastic bag out of the refrigerator. Latter she told the old friend of here about this experience and they both have lough together.

Wakeup service

A businessman has arrived to the hotel, late in the evening somewhere in Montenegro. He has ordered wakeup service in order to be accurate in time on the business meeting next day. Next morning the telephone rang and the guest has picked up the phone.

- Have you ordered waking at 7 AM? - Asked the voice from the other side with panic.

- Yes I did. - Answered still sleepy guest.

- Wake up dude, it is a half past ten. - Screamed the hotel-boy in the earphone.

Masseur

The masseur who has treated his patients using strong fingers combined with bio-energy, was the most famous in wide area, being out of any concurency. He just talked with the group of his neighbours in front of his house on country side, when one patient has arrived hardly walking, pulling one leg behind him. The doctor just pulled up his first finger toward the sky, instead of saying good day, and with the authoritative grimace on his face, dirigate with the same finger toward the pigeon house, placed nearby, which he has accomodate in improvised office. The patient went slowly inside without to hesitate, with painful grimace on his own face, which has followed his every single step. The doctor let him wait a while, to magnify the self-importance and then went after him. Shortly, after he has entered the office, the screems and howls came out of the pigeon house, whitout any pouse. Obviously the doctor has implemented his strong fingers massage technik, because after five minutes of therapy, the patient has run out of the office like the wind, without to pull his lag behind him. So effective was his bio-energetic treatment, that the patient with garantie will never come back again. That's why the doctor has applicated the cache before threatment without moneyback guarantee, as his favour business model it is.

I wear also magic fingers but not strong fingers such as this masseur from the story above then rather the ticklish fingers which I can apply also without to touch somebody. When I just directing my magic finger toward the target person nearby, she starts to laugh as children are loving to do that. But along the time, I have notified that, also the adult girls love to play this magic finger game with me. It's gorgeous.

The Friends

Two good friends have met each other, then one of them said to another:

- Just imagine what's happened to me yesterday. I went to the baker and have ordered two pretzels and yoghurt, and he said to me: "Sorry but we have not yoghurt." Then I said: "OK then I'd like to order two rolls and yoghurt." Then he said to me, with more opened eyes: "But we have not any yoghurt." Than I sad to him: "All right, all right, then I'd like to order two strudels and one yoghurt." He opened this time his mouth more and said too loud to me: "But we have not any yoghurt!"

After the certain silence time, the other guy answered with affected diction in his voice:

- Why didn't you took this fucking yorghut and spilled it on his dirty face?

Notice

The moreal of this short story is, that nobody here were stupid, since both guys were more concentrated to the emotional contents, then to the intelectual content. This kind of imbalance is wide spread, but is neither illness nor criminal, since the criminals are those who abuse such kind of beings, bragging how clever they are.

Italian movie director

One unknown older women has met a friend of mine on the streets of Copenhagen and has told to him:

- Make me pardon, you should be a famous Italian movie maker.

- No, I'm sorry. I'm not Italian at all. - Answered the friend of mine.

- I know. You are for shore incognito here. I've understood. - Said she and walked away.

And the friend of mine, stand there awhile, surprised, without any thought on his mind. The mental noise inside of his mind has been stopped for awhile. She was the Zen maister, without any bamboo stick.

The recipizie for searching the salvation within the glass of wine

His name is Flash Gordon. He is the famous driver of the rocket in the pocket size. His name on many Slavic languages means the Bottle Proud-He. He is the lover of the Chasha Gordona which means the Glass Proud-She. He is always trying to research the space within here soul, trying somehow to upload the content of here, to reach the new quality with her permission of course, with love. Indeed it is always bi-directional exchange of contents between both lovers. She has first of all to put her covers until his nuts and to wait awhile patiently, in order to let it be, to pull up the stream of energy towards the head, against the direction of the force of gravity attraction. Only then everything starts to elevate until the head is reached. In the matter of fact the both heads are involved in being reached process, here and his head at the same time. Better expressed, it happens in their minds, due to exchange of fine emotional content. Then they suddenly are going to find themselves within the huge space, embraced and merged in love...

I'm sorry, it's not a science fiction only, but rather the lovers action story.

How I used to shame me

Some people asked me, am I shame when they use to look at my privacy on spying me. So I've decided to write about the shame of mine. First time I was fully aware of the shame of mine on the nudist beach, or better expressed some natural see cost where the people used to take bath naked, without any pantyhose. Because they were all naked I pull my dress off too. At this time, I was at the age of 18, and I have already some experiences in taking a sunbath naked, from before. I loved it, and I love it still, just to be completely naked surrounded with the elements, exposing all of mine skin surface to the sunshine, to the wind, to the water waves, to the grains of sand, or warm stones... only conditions necessary to be fulfilled are beautiful whether, and proper place, in order to do not disturb the others, in being naked.

This time, the attention of mine was attracted by one beautiful adult woman, who stand pretty far away from me. She moved completely naked so smoothly around here little children, that she has attracted my view enormously, so that I simply couldn't control my body processes. My shame started to grow and grow, enlarging himself completely independently on my will power. The see water was far away from me, so I've estimated that I couldn't reach it without to shame me even much better then at this moment. Of this reason, I've just decide to lay down on the bally of mine, and to try to hide the shame of mine in the warm grains of sand.

What a wrong decision. The sand was warm and I have to make the place under the bally of mine, because my shame has self-magnified. I could only be witness of the matter of fact that I got a cramp, just between the legs, and couldn't affect it with mine own effort, in order to can do stand up and finally move toward the shadow to protect me of to strong sunshine. Thus, I've started to concentrate on many different things, the far the possible from the gorgeous women body landscapes. However, I've tried to think about what could be found underground, just under the place I've laid on its surface.

This method I've called the investigating of underground on the treasuries, water streams, oil, minerals... geological investigation using the hyper sensitive pipe. The pipe itself it is not so huge on the first sight, but the shadow of it is huge indeed, because it represents the light column similar to the laser beam, just invisible. Thus, I use to lay down, to hide the shame of mine which was huge indeed. The sand was worm as the women aegis, and I was trapped inside of the shame of mine. As collateral damage I have got red back and bottom so I couldn't use it next days for seating proposes. But lucky one, there was a girl in one bigger company aside, which the friend of mine and me wanted to joy, who tuck pity with me, and has sacrifice her only yogurt to smeared me on the red skin surface which has burned caused by too strong and too long sunbath. Not only that my nurse has the smooth palms and was very gently to me, but rather she had huge tits, so I had difficulties to implement the strong will, in order to prevent myself of magnifying of my shaming again. All these have helped me to recover much faster then it could even in the dream supposed to be.

It was not only time that the shame of mine has self-magnified on the unofficial nudist beach, because I was never on some official place of this purpose, probably cause it was too official for my taste. But I have paid my first public shame lesson, so I used to take the sunbath in future cases, taking a place always closer to the water, to properly can apply the water cooling on demand, or shorter explained - to could easier escape. In such a cases, when the shame of mine starts to self-magnify again, I use to jump in water on the very top of both of my heads, but not without stretched arms in front of myself, so I could spread the water surface, with a feeling in the finger tops, of course, and smoothly dive into the see, or lake, or even though into the river, completely, restless. Usually, I tried to find the place on the beach with, enough deep water near the cost, so I could dive to the bottom and stay there awhile, enjoying, but only as long as I could hold the air within the lungs of mine. Then I use to dive out, to take a deep breath, and to repeat the process again and again, as far as it is necessary to calm down, properly turn back to the usual measure state.

Movie making

Two African guys have pissed in the park in Amsterdam aside, in the gray of the twilight day, just before the night, when the cop has been arrived from behind, and surprised them.

- What's up? What are you doing here? - Ask the policeman impolitely.

- We are just... we just making a movie. - Answered one pissing man confused.

- Well, when you have finished with this movie making, collect these cables under your legs, and go away from here. I won't see you again here around. - Answered the order keeper to them.

The pissing boys were so over dimensioned that the cop couldn't related the cables under their legs with the certain parts of their own bodies.

This two guys were the same as they, who have pissed from the bridge in the river and have complained to each other, how the water was to cold and the river ground to stony. What a macho.

I've been also several times invited to take part in movie making. First amateur movie has been made with super 8 cellulites camera. Not only that the film was blacky and whitey but also without any sound, except staccato rhythm produced by projecting device, similar to the soundless movies from the beginning of the age of this kind of artistic expression. We had fun by jumping on the roofs of the high buildings by movie making, as well as later by analyzing the captured material. Under such circumstances some invisible multipurpose relationships between all, both visible and invisible actors, and directors, have been established, and have been remained, till nowadays. It was just simple amateur movie and we, the kids of the urban blocks, just had huge fun doing that together.

One another time, we've made the movie using similar technology, on the Jewish graveyard which was covered by the snow white. The movie director and cameramen became later the professionals, as the book author and the cameraman and they've remain doing so until nowadays. We've intended to make the movie based on the Kafka's book, and I've been dressed as the policemen in civilian cloth, as it was convenient long time ago. We wore the gray suits and bowler hats on our heads, these have been borrowed in the city theater, only on these purpose.

The organizers of the happening have counted with pretty heavy cold, so they brought with them a thermos of tea and the bottle of the strong rum. We use to drink the mixture of marvelous tee and awful cheep rum of 80 volumes of alcohol content, used for making an aromatic cakes. We were the company of five studs who have drunk the tee with the rum at the start, then the rum with the tee at the end of movie making, intending to worm us up. After we've finished our tee and rum, we went home by foot, but on my way home I have to walk alone. The rum has been started to affect my mind before I've started adventure way home, and after short time I've notified that the slope has been started to be slippery more and more. While my shoos soles have been too smooth, my legs have been fled beneath me against my will. In order to increase my own security, I have caught with both hands for the wall. As far as I've walked, that harder were it for me to move ahead 'caused by increasing slippery. Since the movie making has happen about the noon of this Sunday snowy day, I was happy that the traffic was not so huge as usually on working day. When I've tried to walk cross the street I couldn't caught nothing except the wind streams, which have blow around me. Since my lags have been terrible fled beneath me I couldn't kept the balance. Of this reason I have to go down closer to the ground and to caught the street with both hands, and on all four lags to cross to another side, until the next house wall safely.

The effort to walk was enormously big, and has been increased with every single step, caused by over human fighting with the fucking slippery, which self-magnified along the way back home. The rum has been magnified my effort to move ahead toward the target of my - my sweet home where it was so warm. It was only what I had on my mind except how to protect myself applying everything useful I could remember to. When I've arrived to the boulevard on all four legs of mine, on the cross, there have already wait few people, who have strange watched toward me. I kept cool and stand up carefully nearby the column of the traffic signal lamp, in order to warm up my frosty hands wore in wet hand glows. When the green light sign started to shine, I went down on all four of mine, just as it is the most convenient all over the world, and have crossed the street and the distance to the buildings where I could caught the wall with both hands and safely resurrect again.

Reusing the same strategy as before, with huge over human effort, I've reached the sweet home of mine, which shined all the way long in front of my mind. I needed one and half our to cross the distance, to reach a home of mine. I've usually needed, to cross the same distance, under the normal conditions only twenty minutes of time.

I've caught the cold on adventurous way back home, but because of too much rum in my blood, it doesn't affected me as I've expected. As far as I've arrived the hot room of mine, I could only say hallo to the friends they were inside, could tuck of my cloths, throw it on the floor, and urgently hugged the toilet. The aromatic rum came from the depth of my bally under my nose so I have to through it out 'cause it smelled badly. Fortunately, the lid of the toilet did not hit me on the top of the head. Then I went to the bed, to try to calm my freaky stomach down. As the result of this inconvenient occurrences, nowadays I can't eat nothing with rum punch aroma, neither the cakes nor the chocolates sticks which we all use to eat before as a kids. That could also be the reason why I didn't visit Rom, the capitol of Italy till recently, just due to the similar name with the rum, although I've planed it many times.

Several times but not very often, it has happened to me of many different reasons to lost the measure and to drink to much tee. I've never drunk with the goal to forget or to suppress some ugly feeling. I knew that it is wrong, because it is a template which is easy to recognize around. Every time, I used to get drunk against my own will I used to shame of the results, although nothing bad has happened to me. Of these reasons I've stopped drinking a lot of spirituous and bears, which I still drinking but occasionally, and just in moderate quantity. I've started to drink the red vine instead of the brandy and bear, mostly because of traditional habits, which I would like to keep.

who's gonna wake up drunken sailor

early in the morning

Drinking vine instead of bear

Let me try to explain now, how the colleague of the good friend of mine, has been started in similar way as me, to drink wine instead of bear. Once, me and a good friend of mine, have met his colleague together, thus both of them could exchange some funny informative material to each other. After the friend of mine has introduced me to his colleague, we went together to the fast food restaurant and then beer, beer, beer... the orders just chained ahead. After first beer I've complained, and I said that I couldn't follow them.

- Why? - Asked the colleague of the good friend of mine.

- Well, I've started to drink red wine instead of beer, but before the noon it is to early for me to start to drink it. Please don't feel disturbed because of me. Just keep going on if you want. - I've apologized in this way.

- No issue at all. - Said the good friend of mine.

- Well, this experience is familiar to me because, me and friend of mine, we've tried together to start to drink wine instead of beer, but it doesn't fit me at all. - Told the colleague of the good friend of mine to me.

- How do you mean it doesn't fit you? - I've asked him curiously.

- It hits the legs completely. The head staid sober. Above is everything clear, but no way to stand up, to go to the toilet and to make the pee.

- Well, you have to have drunk more then one bottle of wine. - I've tried to highlight, with care.

- What do you mean one. We have drunk five bottles of red wine. Each of us.

- So you've drunk the wine just like a beer?

- Exactly this told me also a friend of mine.

- But you know that the wine is stronger then beer, so it is recommended to drink it in small sips. - I've tried to appeal on his reasonable mind.

- Exactly this told me the friend of mine. He has explained me in details how it is usual to drink a red wine. I know everything about this. The wine glass has not to be full, so it would be possible to shake it smoothly, then it has to be smelled up, then the small sip should be tuck from the glass, then it has to be shaken inside the mouth, left and right, using the thong, then it has to be gulped down, and finally the thong has to be pressed on the top of the mouth, and then slightly pulled back and suddenly pulled down to make such a noise as the cork broke does, when the bottle is going to be open. All these have to be done so we could better feel aroma of wine. You see that I know everything about this in details, but I couldn't applied the rules suggested by the friend of mine. I just use to drink the wine as I would drink the bear, gulped it down in the belly as usually. Of this reason, drinking wine instead of bear doesn't fit me completely.

The new friend was astonished, how it can be that I knew so much about him in advance, although I've met him first time. He has asked our common friend, if he told me about himself before, so the friend of mine has to explain to him, that he doesn't told me nothing about him before, and that I'm just like that, one who knows the things much more then usually, and it was just accepted like that immediately. I was astonished, but have tried to stay cool. Indeed the reason why I knew so much about this case, based on similar experiences, which I have had long time ago, when I used to drink red wine first time in my life, and before this I just used to drink a bear. It also doesn't fit me completely on exactly the same way.

Who am I - explained in bragging style

I am Drunkan McLord from the clan McLords, and I am highlander who was born at the bottom of the Panyonian see, completely dried at this time, such as dry as an old dry wine, such as the pure dry masculine beauty of mine, which follows me all mine long life, as long as I am long, all over the body-soul-wholly spirit of mine. I was born death, of deep blue skin color, with a hard prick between the legs. The forca and peace have merged in love above me, and have decide to serve the life and to be always nearby. Fortuna inspires me with bless of here soul, soft and smooth as the chests of here, the lover of mine. I am the soldier of the Fort Tune, not fighter but lover instead, who refuses to lie as far as it can be realized, who has arrived not to go away, but rather to stay steady awhile.

I'm expert in playing chess-mat who wins always before the first move has been pulled. It is ridiculous even to try to play chess or similar gambling games against me, and wasting energy and time of mine as well as in general. Accordingly to the best practicing, it is recommended to let me to live without to disturbing me in doing so. It is to avoid to affect in wrong way, anything what is related to me, in order that I could express the Great Self uniquely, through myself, sharing these values which are to share with all of them who are ready to receive this for preserving the Life on Earth essential informational content, with an aim to improve for synchronicity thus harmony with universe of love, and abundance of life. We are allready merged together, just have to get rid of some desturbing factors, some giants and dwarfs at once, who share their DNA content with cuckoo family members, which could explain their similar behaviors.Finally, not the human is fault, but rather cuckoo.

Lang leben des Lebens. E viva la Vita. E viva la Vida. Long life to the Life.

Notice

Just in Spain language, the meaning of legendary sentence is double, since Veda and Vida matches, bearing in mind that Veda means Sophy, thus Seeing merged with Knowing, the Holy Wisdom, in spite of numerous cheep replacements and fakes, related to the might of destruction, service to death, caused by cuckoo duality, introduced to neglect the life in general. Our duty is to put some light on these simple facts, and to remove the pest all-at-once, using high efficient methods of global-healing, based of their unique DNA sequence, which they all share to each other, as the key.

Slapped in the face

Once, after some bad luck based on misunderstanding, which has happened to the colleague of mine, he told me what has happen to him last year:

- When the bad luck arrive we have no chance to defend. These what have happen to us recently, is just similar to one occurrence which has happen to me last year. I had the date with nice women, so we have made love. She set on me above, and suddenly she reversed here eyes back, so that only the whites of here eyes remained visible. She has cramped here legs, and has started to tremble with the whole of here body. Then I slapped her in here face with a for-hand...

- But why? - I have asked him astonished. I knew that he was never aggressive.

- Fucking epileptic bitch. She found to die on me. Momentary everything have flew through my mind: police, judgment, explaining to the wife of mine what has happen... When I slapped here in here face... I didn't want to be guilty again.

I have hardly try to do not laugh aloud. So his lover affair finished suddenly not as expected. I have asked him how does she reacted on this.

She asked me surprised why did I slapped here, what was wrong, and when I explained to here that I thought that she is dying, wanted to pull here back, to save here life, she explained that she just enjoined so much. Fucking epileptic bitch. She wanted to die on me. When the bad luck arrive we simply couldn't defend.

I have laughed.

Stabbing the wooden sticks in the cheeks

Once when I used to work on the construction, me and four colleagues of mine, have traveled by car to the working place which was located out of the town. It was still pretty dark, early in the morning, so the friend of mine couldn't understand accurately the content of his daily news. Since I could speak German better then he could, he asked me to explain to him what kind of the new methods of preventing the hart attack is about in the news.

- Longy, they have found some new methods of healing the heart, but I couldn't understand what they mean with this stabbing the wooden sticks in the cheeks. Please take a look in the newspaper and explain me what does it mean. You know that I have week heart. It is inheritance. But I don't want to let them stab me the wooden sticks in my cheeks. Better to die then to let them to stab the wooden sticks in my cheeks. - He called me Longy because I'm tall and sometimes when I intend to pull up the people to pay more attention to me I use to claim that I'm of the same behavior all over the body.

When I tuck a closer look into the newspaper, I saw what's wrong. It was the boulevard daily news with a lot of images, with huge titles but very few text. On the last page there were many columns and each of them were bordered by their own thin black line. On the left side there was the picture of two Yamomame woman, who were decorated for the marriage, with the stabbed wooden sticks in their cheeks. Just nearby it was another column with the huge fat title, about the new methods of healing the week hart. Because it was dark, he misunderstood the information by merging this two completely different columns together.

I couldn't stop laughing.

Bloating on the working place

I use to work together with the colleague of mine on the construction in tandem. We use to make the walls and ceilings of gyps carton sheets. I've prepared the sheets cutting them on the measure, and he has fixed the sheets on the metal frames. Of this reason he stand on the ladder.

I had some bad stomachache, so I've released the air out of my ass, silently every time I've to pay some effort, such as pulling up the heavy things. Furthermore, it has terrible stunk so the teardrops welled on my face. I didn't want to stay at home, just because of this illness, since it doesn't heart me, and I knew that the colleague couldn't work alone. Of this reason, I came as normally to work.

- Longy, did you release the air? - Asked me the colleague of mine.

- I'm apologize, I have the massive bloating and I couldn't control it.

He accepted without any comment. After sometime it happened again. It stunks ugly.

- Longy, are you all the time releasing the air from behind a little bit, isn't it? - The colleague has complained to me kindly.

- What should I do? I could stay at home cause you couldn't work alone. But you are lucky one compared to me. You don't know what's happened to me this morning. It was pretty cold in my slipping room, and all night long I have released the are from behind, and have to tightly kept the cover around my neck, to prevent the stunk to came out under the nose of mine. When the alarm clock woke me up, and I've pulled the cover off, all this what has been collected all night long, had hit me in my nose, directly. I was close to collapse, and using my last effort I could stand up, out of my bad, and came here to don't let you be alone, without me.

The colleague has to go down from his ladder, to prevent the accident to happen, to fell down from the ladder, from laughing aloud. I have pulled him up, in order to let him to came down alone, from the ladder, of security reasons.

Protective methodology for saving the juice

Me and the colleague of mine, we have work together on the construction. We have to adapt the attic of one typical Berlin's house, which was covered with the hundreds of years old dust. Only the pigeons and mice use to live there for a long time.

It was winter time, and it was very cold. We use to keep our juice on the window bank, out of our view, to prevent them of being dirty. We have to by some expensive baby bottles of orange juice with width neck, because of missing offer in the block – no store available.

First day someone stolen us our juice, which was pretty unusual around here. He just drank it out and left the empty bottles on the window bank. Next day, when we've bought again the juice, and left them on the window bank, the colleague of mine has opened up his juice, has drunk a half of it and then, on my surprise, he puled his pipe out of his trousers, and has pissed in the bottle, to fill it to the top. Then he closed the cap of the bottle and let it stay near another one, on the window bank.

- Why are you doing this? Are you crazy? - I've asked him astonished.

- Well, it is a trap for the thief. This guy, whoever he is, will never again steal our juices.

He has counted with this, that his piss is going to worm up the content of the bottle, producing a vacuum within, pulling the cap down, looked like non opened yet. Furthermore, he has checked the color of the new mixture, comparing it to the original in another bottle. The trap has been perfectly planed. After one our approximately, he made the break, and went to check if the trap has shut. I've run after him curiously, and on my surprise, we've saw one of the bottles empty, and another still half full, standing on the window bank. He was so sensible that he knew exactly when to check the trap. I've asked him to explain to me, how does he knew the time to check, when the trap has shut. He has explained to me, that we both together, have worked very loud, so the thief has thought that he is safe, since he could here us, talking and working carefree. Then after sometime, he just has checked for the results.

The explanation doesn't match completely, but I was satisfied with his answer.

- You are going to see, that this guy, whoever he is, will never again try to still our food. We can safely let everything we want on this window bank, all the time long, we're going to stay here on this construction. - Prophesied the colleague of mine. Exactly this has happened.

I was just astonished, because I would never came on such an idea, although I was always full with numerous ideas. It was just aside of the interests of mine, as well as out of any experience. However, I was grateful that I have got this lesson, as watcher and not as an actor, such as in case of the thief it matched, who didn't stole us because he was hungry, but rather to make some damage to us, in order to make us feel unpleasantly. Could be, that he was one, who didn't like us, as concurrency coworkers, especial while we've talked our mother language to each other, so we were only foreigner for him, and he was the over mankind representative, as many other degenerated idiots of the similar art – not very politely.

I was happy that this conflict has finished in this non violently way, without to hearth anyone.

Got the gonorrhea on his legs

Once the colleague of mine has explained me what had happen to him. We just have made the short break, working on the construction, as he told to me.

- Longy, I have fucked me up, on my last vacation.

- How do you mean?

- I went to disco, an met one gorgeous lady. She was a bit older then me, but very attractive, and she was drunken. We have danced together, and I have danced around here, just like around the camp fire. I wanted to pull here up, to play lovers games together, but she refused, all the time long. The more she has refused me, the more I wanted here. Finally I managed to use an opportunity, to follow here to home, and to be invited to came in, to have the good by drink together... She was cute, dark hared, big chests, attractive, and she lived alone. She wanted me to kiss here, but as I've tried to touch here under the belly, she doesn't want. I've tried again and again, gently and politely, and lastly she let me touch here.

- And what has happen then? - He has managed to awake my curiosity.

- Then we've made love together, and I've got gonorrhea.

- But why didn't you use the condom to protect both of you? - I've asked anger on him how he could be so careless.

- Off course I've used the condom. - Answered the colleague of mine.

- Then how it is possible to get the gonorrhea? Was the condom out of order?

- The condom was not the problem, but she has not shaved herself awhile, so she had a strong bear under the belly line. I've got scratched by here, all around, as well as on my legs so strongly, that my skin surface was off, thus I've got gonorrhea on the both legs of mine.

He explained to me, in some more details, that it is similar to bear we use to wear, when we're not going to shave, few days long. Furthermore, the more frequently we are shaving, the stronger the bear is growing. I was astonished. I couldn't say nothing. He just pulled me up in his story, and then pushed me in the feeling of responsibility, to wary about his decisions, and then suddenly, he turned me around, presenting very unusual line of the destiny, so that I could only laugh about. Then he sad to me that, it is nothing funny there, because it was painful to him, which made me laughing even much more then before. I have reminded him that, after the adventures of lovers pleasures, it remains nothing to regret.

Strange time

The grandfather complained.

- What the strange time we're living in.

- Is something wrong? - Asked his son.

- Now a day everything is opposed compared to the past. - Answered the old man.

- How do you mean everything is opposed?

- As I use to be young, we have to pull of the women underwear to reach here bottom, and nowadays it is completely opposed, it is necessary to pull of the woman bottoms in order to reach here underwear. - Said the old man.

Comment

I'd like to share my comment of the short story represented above. Once, I've paid attention on the female underwear, in one of the stores, at down town. There were exposed many interesting models of different fashions styling, qualities, and prices. It was not first time that I've notified that, everything what was the most attractive to me, was also the most expensive. On the luck, I didn't need nothing there, but indeed, only to inform myself about female underwear assortment. Then suddenly, my attention attracted one very small piece of clothes. It was the thong underwear, designed in the combat style, such as hunters use to wear, to make themselves invisible for the others. I have tried to imagine, on which propose this particular peace of cloths could be used. Why dear lady, who likes this underwear of combat style, should buy extraordinary this model, but not another one. I was aware of this matter of fact that, the decision about this what we are going to select, is made dependently on many different aspects, but most of them are calculated on subconscious, cognitive level of our awareness. The person who would select this model of underwear, could be, for instance, hunting oriented, could have the partner who is a soldier, or even a hunter, or she applies the underwear of combat style, while she is shaming and wants to hide the shame zone much more. Maybe she hopes to be even more invisible, or she is going to feel more free if she squats down somewhere outdoor to pee, protecting herself of non invited voayeurs.

In my personal case, I wear mask color underwear gladly, although I'm neither a hunter nor a soldier, but rather I'm doing so of practical grounds. In this case, I could even dress the same underwear again, after I use the wet node to wash myself using the wall-waterflow handy freshwater spring. It's more convenient to care the mask colored, then white underwear since, every single spot of dirtiness is visible on the white surface. This is a logic of real man.

Local healing

I would need a gorgeous nruse to visit me, although I'm not so ill, as somebody could think, not at all. She should be able to put her coverings on my hard rocky rock cramped stuff, in order to softify this temporarily of both global and local, common baby ride my handle, healing reasons. In turn, I'd be appreciated to offer her my extraordinary healing skills, as a doctor who is specialized as bragger for ladies, to milder however here whatsoever, down there in the valley under the belly, using the well known wizard stick traditional methodology of healing. It could be game over for all lizards simultaneously, such as Godzilla for instance. It's the rocky rock music style dance in pear. Sexy druxy rocky rock. But without any drugs this time. The drugs are going to be replaced with much better hard stuff, even harder such as... hard rocky rock for under-standing show.

Illustration to highlight

On the party, two dudes are doing small-keying talking to each other.

- Why do you wear the white lives and fathers under your nose.

- How do you mean this?

- Well, few fathers are protruding out of your nose holes.

- Oh, this must be remain of snuffing to the caocks from behind.

In similar way I'm blowing from behind in my favor shell, which is slightly broken there, so my voice could be magnified through here super duper shape, from inside out. I dived her out, from the bottom of the hill, of the second hand stuff on the market place, and on the first site, I've recognized how beautiful and how cheep she is. So, I've decide to save here, to pull here up in the light, giving here the sacred place, she deserved, prolonging in doing so here life. I love here so much that, I sing the songs to here regularly, blowing in here hole from behind, the sound which intensify passing through the spiral pathway inside of here beautiful, gorgeous body self-amplified. My lovely Shell - my gorgeous bell.

How I met the shadow of mine

I've met the shadow of mine, in cowboy style, such as Doc HolyWood has done this as well, on the duel by OK chorale. She has provoked me to hit her, if I can, playing with me annoying games. She asked me to show here what can I do.

- Pull up. - I've called here, watching the shadow of mine in the window of the room, at this stormy night, in the pose of the gunfighter, keeping my hands close to invisible colts, settled in invisible fut roles fitted tight to both lags of mine.

She was confused, thus hesitated to hit me with here invisible, but painful weapon. I've warned here:

- I'm Lucky Luck, the legendary mystic man, who is faster then his own shadow, and I'm going to hit you now from behind.

Then I called again:

- Pull up. - Just to confuse here slightly, and she understood me wrong, expecting some magic to be.

Then suddenly I've pulled up, my empty hands in karate style, with the fingers instead of the gun pipes stretched toward the shadow of mine, and have fortified aloud toward here, from behind blowing the wind out of bottom of mine.

Then she started to laugh, and she has been recognized me, at this historical moment, and has started to love me, deeply, and honestly, till recently. I'm very sad, that she is not nearby, although I can feel, that she is still, always very close to me. I would love here to meet, in the complete reality, to touch here even better then until recently, and to let here touch me also, if she wants so.

...

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our souls

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last

When all are one and one is all, yeah

To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying the stairway to Havens

But still remained on Earth nearby me