I stayed two nights at my friend’s camp to go out in the wind. On the first day, there was plenty to eat and drink. But the other day, my friend went to the city and did not say that he would come back at night. The food supply was almost exhausted and there was nothing here except a loaf of bread and a single fish sprat. But I had a pack of cigarettes and half a bottle of Hara. I couldn’t find anything to do but waste time watching TV all day. I thought of wandering through the camp to sit in vain, but walking under the pouring rain and cool wind was not very pleasant, so I spent the whole day under the porch of my friend’s cottage, sipping and smoking cigarettes. People wait, but there are really terrible things. It is not possible to broadcast surah because there is no phone. Also, a person who has no money in a place far from the city can’t even get a ride on the road. This day I felt how boring and boring life is. At least there will always be something uninteresting on TV. As the journalist Bat-Amgalang wrote, it seems that many of these TV channels are occupied by miserable, bored people who think that “making television is like doing tursiik”. In a word, I was sad. I was ready to chat about the gossip of the world until I burst into tears when I met a stranger plum while lying on the couch and sitting on the sofa. It was raining behind the window, and an almost naked girl with no voice was singing on the TV, “Is there anyone?” When I heard a quick liquid voice, I jumped up and almost ran to the door. I thought my friend was coming when the door opened and a thin red-haired woman in a thin white dress walked in.
But it was not so. – How are you? When the lady greeted me, I wanted to be with a stranger, even if it was a plum, so I hurriedly greeted her. She looked like she was in her thirties, with thick lips and cropped hair dyed auburn. From under her skirt, I caught sight of her tanned shins. – Oh, does your house have lights? I came here to ask because I was surprised that our electricity went out. Now, what to do, how to turn it on, the girl asked very quickly and looked at me with a “help” look. Like the sun rising in my bored chest, I followed this girl with hair on her legs to her house. Even though I’m not very good at electricity, the first thing I did was replace the blown fuse wire, and it was strangely pleasant, like a rainbow in the girl’s summer house.
It’s strange that I didn’t find the same boring program on TV. It is incredibly interesting that life can pull back the curtain of boredom and become bright in one moment. – How to get things done by people. Eat candy. Or just a cold beer… the girl invited. His voice was kind and gentle. When the boy bent down to put a glass and a can of beer on the table, when the hem of his thin white dress split in two, his breast without nipples protruded, and as soon as his soft breasts bulged out, his whole body burned hot and his palms got wet. It was at this point that our eyes met, and the girl rewarded me with a look that looked as if she had been waiting for me. Who would have thought that he would meet such a beautiful girl even with hair on his shins. As soon as we found out, we hugged and kissed like crazy. She even wrapped her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and attacked my mouth with her sweet lips like a snake. I have to say that even though I broke up with my wife a few months ago, I still had a hard time finding a girl to sleep with. But it was not as hot as it was in this camp. My ex-wife was never so attractive. She clung to me like a real cat and embraced me as if she decided to give me the heat of her warm body. She closed her eyes and sucked my lips and tongue, licking my palate. She was alone at home. Only a wizard knows why he came alone far away from the city and fell in love with me like a tiger who forgot to be shy. I don’t believe in the existence of a god because a wizard would need to know.
If it was true, I think I would never have divorced my wife. God was not going to separate lovers who were madly in love with each other. I was shocked when I took off the baby’s thin white gown. That girl is a fool. The first thing I saw was his pubic hair. She cherishes the thickets of her secret bed like her fingernails. Perhaps, when she strips in front of men, she prides herself on being as vintage as her necklace. I picked out the triangulated decoration with my fingers, stroking it, stroking it. A beautiful smell will waft from there. It is possible that she has never given birth to a child. Because that was the instinct. After smelling and kissing the child’s body parts, he moaned in pleasure and rewarded me with many different sounds, not only my ears but also my whole body. She cried as if she couldn’t bear to touch the head of the giant, the fish that made many of her ladies happy, on her mouth, which was as clean as a flower with its petals open. It’s not about my efforts. I was also delighted by the child’s sexy spirit. When the child bent under me and wrapped her legs around her back, I slowly began to suck on what she wanted. We put our mouths together, not even caring for our breaths, but pressed our chests together and rushed to give each other the happiness of the world. Ignoring the patter of rain outside the window, the chirping of larks, the honking of cars, and anyone talking about their bodies on the TV, we just tried to sink into each other. When she poked me with her hands, the girl whimpered, “How beautiful, how beautiful.” The girl’s thick pink lips whispered and her eyelashes twitched. The small fresh nipples from under the chest made me feel hot, and most importantly, the world I encountered seemed to be on fire.
If we were erupting volcanoes, we would burn each other and only ashes would remain. The girl is very smart and moves to match my rhythm in a wonderful way. I was almost cursing the sky that was pouring its rain relentlessly earlier, but now I wanted to pour my oil rain quickly while bowing to the rhythm of the music on this girl whom I had met by chance, but it was not done on purpose. Some of us were drenched in sweat, holding our bodies and crying out softly, but finally, we finally broke down and screamed loudly enough to be heard by the old people who were smoking under the chimney of their house. As a matter of fact, the dogs walking through the camp would have been shocked to hear the girl, whose face was flushed and blushing, whispering, “Death, death, death.” After everything happened, the girl laid on my chest and whispered, “It was nice, wasn’t it?” – If you locked the door, or if someone comes in suddenly!… she said to me with the cowardly behavior of someone who was about to be caught stealing, – It’s locked… – Are you alone? – Alone – What’s up with your husband? – Are you an investigator? – Have you been here for a long time? – It’s been two days – I’ve been there for two days too. Knowing that the volcano that started to rise in her chubby hot palm was ready to explode again, the girl climbed on top of me and boarded the train to give me new joy. … I heard a sound like someone knocking on the window, and when I opened my eyes, the heavy rain was knocking on the window glass like a human hand.
I fell asleep. I don’t have this girl. But the thin white robe is lying under the sofa bed. – Hey! I called softly. It was noon when I met the child, but now the sun has reached the western head of the mountain. I slept a lot. Getting out of bed, putting on a white robe and going out to the roof balcony, no one is there. Did you go to the toilet, the girl is gone. While putting on the clothes, not the one standing in the family house, the table says “Attention!” He suddenly found a piece of paper written in big red letters. A child wrote. “I’m sorry for leaving without waking you up. You don’t need to look for me. And I’m going abroad tomorrow. If we are destined to meet, we will meet one day. I wish you all the best…” There was another yellow envelope on the table. When you take it and open it, there is a lot of green inside! 1000$ exactly. On the envelope, the girl’s clear and legible writing says “thank you”! If you look at the clock on the wall, it is 19:00. I took a deep gulp of the beer I had left and turned off the TV and left.
When I looked at my friend’s house, my husband didn’t come either, and his car wasn’t there either. As I stood under their smoker, I wondered who I had met. Life is full of unexpected events. But there are random encounters worth a thousand dollars. I didn’t want to sit here bored waiting for my friend. I threw away the cigarette and walked to the road. Why stop here now, when there is enough traffic on the camp road. But I will probably find where my traveling companion is. To this day, I cannot understand whether this encounter was a gift or a punishment. I couldn’t find out who she was. My friend said, “There used to be an old man and a woman who used to go camping.” He couldn’t tell me anything else. Is it because I don’t want to learn or because they valued me for a thousand dollars? I feel like I am a worthless creature and I am going through the yellow sun and brown days of the world without looking for that girl. Whatever you say, only memories remain.
