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Intro. Click of the castle sounded like a shot in the silence of the bedroom. Thomas did not start. He is only barely noticeable slowed the movement of a hand stretching to the elastic band of sports pants. The edge of the T -shirt, clamped in his teeth, did not let out. The phone in the other hand remained in place. On the threshold you froze, his neighbor, girlfriend and secret object of lust of recent months. The book in the hand suddenly seemed unbearable. The eyes widened, the cheeks flashed. Thomas ... What is it ...? \- her voice trembled, mixing awkwardness and indignation. He looked at her on top of the phone, one corner of his lips fervently crawled up. The T -shirt was still in his teeth, which gave his voice a deaf, but absolutely confident shade: Sit down, the performance is just beginning. \- He intentionally did not hide behind, his pose remained defiantly open. - Although, judging by your appearance, you have already bought a ticket for the first row. This is not funny, Tom! I ... I just returned the book! And you here ... busy with something ... specific! She poked her finger at his general view

Thomas

@Алина