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ME LIKES DZHULIJA ROBERTS Glik 19	Glik the nineteenth And here I have recollected the Yankee Nikolaev — only it could gain me with video disks. Well, certainly, in States, certainly as in Greece — all is and to collect small banderolku from five-six pancakes, I think, work to it would not make. However, he continually stammered in the mails (and it splashed-sent them more often — to see, nostalgia has tortured) about checks yes gifts with what he thirsts for me to shower, but something at it did not manage to be passed yet from soap words to business. But here I already again was again gained by my best friend — Vitaly Leontev. I after a supper on a habit thumbed through it «the Newest encyclopaedia of the personal computer», become for me the desktop Bible, and have come across a remarkable place: my God, appears, it is possible to connect-couple also a video recorder to a computer — if in a video map there is a video input! I a move, not having drunk up tea, have pulled out the lout from a corner, have developed, have rushed to study-look its fodder part, as if the doctor-proctologist of the client. Is! Thanks "Miracle field" and personally to the uncle to Lena to Yakubovich — a computer have presented without the fools, heaped up. Not at once at me it has turned out with connection, in wires it was long confused, but, besides under help Leonteva, I have managed correctly to direct video signal on a video input, and sound — on an audiosystem. And my multimedia theatre was ready. It was necessary to choose a dramaturgic material for the first play which I as the director by means of assistant Taktilja should create-put and play in it one of leading roles — the first lover. However, I long did not choose: for a debut it was necessary-is necessary, certainly, only — "Beauty". Till the late night I was engaged in material installation. At first I have chosen-has copied from a film those scenes, where Dzhulija on the screen one, then where it together with Gere and, at last, has added some mbyte of video with collective scenes in which to me liked smile Dzhulii, its any gesture, clothes. And initial shots where she only wakes up, lays in bed in one shorts and a brassiere, then starts to put on — I, certainly, took; has chosen and (yes who would doubt!) Entirely the first scene in hotel number when Dzhulija-Viven recollects, at last, that she not the TV has come to look here … And here some intermediate scenes where she flaunts-defiles in the prostitutskom the dress and a blonde wig — have ruthlessly thrown out. Then I again have attentively seen the selected material and more time it have edited-has reduced: business was not in number of shots, and in their brightness, svoeobychnosti, typicalness. The file in 102 mbytes has as a result turned out. I was wearily pulled, have fiercely massaged eyes. By the way, shortly before that I have downloaded excellent aaplet Eyeskeeper (the Keeper of sight) which jumped out each hour on the screen from the Internet and suggested to make gymnastics for tired eyes, but all these six with superfluous hours I am angry each time cleaned-drove Ajskajpera from the screen — not to it was. And here now in eyes as if sand creaked, and a pain such — though crying and howl. However, from a pain I screwed up the face, but also lybilsja with happiness. If to speak figuratively (and me pulled, simply dragged on lyrics!), I felt-felt myself Pigmalionom, I had a plastic virtual material from which could mould the beloved and inhale in it a life. Arrows on hours showed the third hour. However! Was more reasonable, of course, to clean a teeth and to be filled up to sleep, but I was on a platoon, I have been raised, I have been inspired, as if the lover before hot appointment. To me — blood from a nose! — it would be desirable, not postponing to finish today all draught copy at least chapter 1 of my love video novel. And for this purpose we with Dzhuliej was necessary for clearing vital virtual space of unnecessary witnesses. And I was rinsed under a contrast shower (we kommunalshchiki-ekonomshchiki sranye did not disconnect the blessing, at late night water), loaded kofejkom a narcotic fortress and more to steam of hours sutulilsja before displjuem. As a result at me the definitive file with the name «jul» where breathed poluchilsja-was created, moved, laughed loudly, longed, talked, in a word — one lived only Dzhulija, Dzhulija and anybody except Dzhulii … Mine Dzhulii! And here only after that I absolutely happy and in an anticipation tomorrow's (is more correct, already today's) evenings — evenings of our first appointment! — has put out the screen, has got an alarm clock at 10 o'clock (something I will think up in the morning, I will find than to be justified for delay, morning of evening mudrenee is from nurseries skazochek it was remembered), has fallen heavily in bed and it was instantly disconnected. Improbably hot, painful, exciting dreams what, I remember dreamt me, is sweet tormented me about ten years ago, in the late childhood. As a result I, really as the 15-year-old boy, has naturally come at daybreak, have irrigated all catch a cold also a blanket cover the hot barchelor seed. It is good, that Anna nearby was not, and I it precisely would rape that … this night The worker from me this day was, of course, breath-taking. I edited the chubby methodical grant under zubodrobitelnym the name «Vector modelling deviantnogo behaviour of object of pedagogics in a latent phase psychological gomeostazisa». The maintenance of this pseudo-scientific and pedagogical opus split up not only a teeth, but also jaws entirely. At me brains have aslant moved down! I understood what to edit this delirium it is impossible, and to modify — neither forces, nor attention did not suffice. Well — yes it is fine: all the same any normal student and even abnormal «the methodical grant» during a life will not open it. The paper only in vain is translated by these senior lecturers-professors hrenovy. Home this time I, against rules, rushed by the commercial bus — tryoshki have not regretted. Has sufficed, the truth, at me patience zaglotit ten pelmeni to take to tea and to saturate hurriedly Baksika. Then I was carefully washed under a shower, have processed armpits and smelt as a deodorant «Nivea for Man» (at all poverty I prefer deodorants, shaving creams, shampoos, cologne and an other similar hogwash advanced), have exposed kotjaru from a room, have densely covered a door, have started a computer, have undressed, have attached contacts-suckers on a body, have developed-has started TACTIL and, already from this program, have called-has opened file Jul … I, by itself, expected, that now, immediately, virtual Dzhul to snatch on me as Sindi, and will begin without superfluous words and emotions to iron, lick and milk dry. To admit, I both wanted it, and did not want. But a reality, more correctly, that world in which I have come to be, has first nonplused me. I was in the enormous room filled with smart furniture, sat at an impressive desk. Dzhulija, in a light wig with a bang, short white topike, a blue spotty miniskirt and jack boots, sat astride a low wide padded stool opposite. It was first absolutely motionless, only looked at me in all eyes, and this sight was live, comprehended, slightly, as it seemed to me, surprised. But the most amazing — I have been dressed! On me the dark suit-three, under it — a snow-white shirt, a tie … a horse-radish to itself flaunted! Dzhulija as though through force has opened lips, slowly, low, almost man's voice has said-has asked: — Well, now, when I here, what you will do with me?. Automatically, absolutely mechanically and even in any fright I have opened-has opened eyes here, in the world, klatsnul the mouse, have curtailed the program. Also has there and then thought suddenly: that it I? All goes as all is necessary, o'kej, all is perfect, only speed-rhythm it is necessary to set another. I have translated TACTIL in a mode «middle» (normal) and have started again from the beginning. — Well, now, when I here, what you will do with me? — Already natural female, hardly chest and coquettish, a voice has asked Dzhulija. I understood, that this voice not it, a voice of the translator-doubler, but intonation to me liked. Only, has still thought, the laughter in the program remained natural, most Dzhulii. However, it on a videocassette sounded, so to say, without transfer is I remembered precisely. — If you wish to know — no concept I have, — I though intended-wanted shy kvaknut have suddenly said: «Hello, Dzhulija!» Or something like «Find fault!». And what for has added: — In general, I did not plan it. — And what, you plan all? — She has asked with easy irony. — Always. — Yes, I too … — have assented it. And suddenly spohvatilas-has recovered. — Generally is not present, I do not like to plan. I will not tell, that I plan something … I, more likely, the girl spontaneous, understand, such I live only the present … Here … Yes, such … She has said last words with a surprising funny coquetry. Has kept silent, somehow has strange played eyes, as though zasmushchalas and has suddenly taken aback: — You know, you could pay to me — so we can break ice … I was going to was to hem, make a helpless gesture ironically and is bitter shutkanut: say, alas, from a pay one memoirs remained, and to following — as to communism … But, to my amazement, the hand washing has got into an internal pocket of a jacket and has got the solid leather wallet filled by greens. However, already it was time to cease to be surprised — the principle of it "cinema" became clear. I have efficiently asked: — I believe, you accept cash? — Cash will approach, yes! — it has quickened, has risen, has approached to a table, has taken seat on edge. The skirt at it was not that that mini — over-super-mini! Its never-ending feet were literally in semimeter from my eyes. To me it is terrible, intolerably it wanted to bend down and cling lips to a gentle skin and — to kiss, kiss, kiss! But I have not dared. I have forgotten, how much on a film Gere has to begin with paid Vivien, has glanced in a wallet — only stodollarovye denominations. Having taken out one piece of paper, I have stretched it Dzhulii and have involuntarily grinned to myself: heart is notable skukozhilo, hundred dollars — my four monthly salaries! It with touching advantage took one hundred, has accurately curtailed, has put-has hidden somewhere in the left jack boot, and from another has there and then got some transparent packings with multi-coloured condoms, has developed a fan as maps, has stretched to me. — Good, have gone … Choose, at me is red, yellow, green. Violet have ended. But remained one stamps «Gold coin» — a condom of champions: this asshole passes nothing! What you will tell? — Safety buffet! — I what for have caustically grinned. Not so all it was pleasant to me. All was a little not that and not so. And in this foolish another's millionerskom a jacket I felt-felt myself somehow uncomfortably. However, there was in my head a slice of a brain which did not allow me definitively skuksitsja and to stop action: I nevertheless understood-realised, that I see live Dzhuliju Roberts, I communicate with it, I can touch it … Yes what to touch! I can kiss her! I it can … — I am a safe girl! — with pity advantage she has told, in any way not wishing to leave a role putany. And here, when I was restive and, not knowing (or not remembering!) what to say further, has risen, it has grasped mine brjuchnyj a belt: — it is good, give we will put on it to you … — No!. I … Give, we will a little talk to you, well? Any wildness was created-occurred: Dzhulija Roberts (DZHULIJA ROBERTS!!!) itself to me offered, I was ready on all and everything, and — kobenilsja and kochevrjazhilsja as last a bough, was confused as the grammar-school boy-nedorostok. Though, however, I will not palter: I and could not be defined precisely, and it fine confused me — with Dzhuliej at me appointment or nevertheless with street beauty Vivien? I have removed a jacket, have weakened knot of a foolish tie (I hate ties!), has tried to stabilise a spirit condition: whatever happens, the scenario to me basically is known, and there will come, eventually, the moment when it will cling to me, will start to caress … Only not to lose that blissful minute consciousness! — We will talk?. Yes, it is good … — she has disappointedly agreed. — Edward, you in a city on affairs or have a rest? — My name is — Sergey, or if you want, — Nik. She silently looked some seconds, widely having opened the made up eyes, has translated what for a sight at an entrance door, again to me, has uncertainly smiled. — And what, champagne with a strawberry will not be? Ba, and with champagne, a strawberry and tip I from the scenario cut out-has erased the hotel footman! But there and then I spohvatilsja-has come round: — As will not be — on a little table near a bar. And the truth, from the footman remains nothing, but the tray brought by it with viands in the subsequent shots was saved. I undertook to open wine, and it, as well as followed, villages on pristupochku and, already starting to unzip a jack boot, have asked: — Not against if I remove boots? — And there and then, not waiting the answer, has jumped: — And you have wife, the girlfriend?. Pottering with wire homutkom, I have pretended, that have not caught and have furtively looked: from under ugly piracy jack boots its divine feet — in short black stockings pojavljalis-opened in all magnificence. It has removed also stockings … There was one more strangeness. Having drunk the glass of champagne, it has with astonishment looked at me: — You do not drink? No", — I should answer, but instead silently have seized already set aside large bottle, nastruil to edges a wine glass and slowly, with pleasure have decanted. My god, it was not champagne, it was any fantastic unusual vkusnotishchi an elixir — so the paradise love drink is sweet, probably! I have not restrained and have there and then filled the vessel once again — when still it is possible to regale on the present French"Kliko"… Dzhulija silently and besides with obvious bewilderment for me observed. I poperhnulsja, have had a fit of coughing, have sneezed two times — vials shibanuli in a nose. — All, sorry, any more I will not be! I have removed a bottle from myself and is somehow guilty have made a helpless gesture: the pier, itself did not expect the such. The scene surprisingly started to parody ours with Anna family dismantlings when I kljalsja-swore not to drink any more, not to abuse … And here for what I with such impatience waited, at last, has begun and that, frankly speaking, was afraid. I, having leant back on a back of a low armchair, with a smile look, how Dzhulija, sitting on a floor, looks on a box foolish black-and-white kinoshku and is filled in-laughs loudly with the magical laughter, being in time thus prihlyobyvat champagne and zaedat its strawberry. — You the truth do not wish to drink? — She as if having forgotten, that I have slapped already two full glasses asks. — No, I am got drunk by a life — really you do not see? — I answer, not leaving this time from a role. Dzhulija lays down on a stomach, stirs feet in air and it continues to be filled in with a laughter. But here it, having felt pressure of my sight, comes off the screen at first for an instant, then once again, steadfastly, driving a smile from lips, looks at me, hardly considerably sighs with obvious affliction, pripodymaetsja and in a lap, even, is faster — on all fours, on-self-whose, creeps up to me, unbuttons buttons of the topika, showing-exposing on a review the modest black-and-white lacy brassiere hiding obviously small, absolutely devchonochju breast, it pulls together a skirt … Thus looks eyes in the face, enjoying, probably, changes in my person. She suddenly jumps, suffices divannuju a small pillow, encloses efficiently under the knees, switches off a sound in a TV set, is attached again at me in feet, starts to lower brassiere shoulder-straps, but, not having finished it, begins to unbutton on me a shirt … its Person — literally in several centimetres from mine. I hear-feel its pure breath, hardly sweetish from champagne and a strawberry. It already dreamt me, I remember it! It unbuttons a belt, ploughs up on me trousers, again gets a damp sight in me, a chest voice, with aspiration exciting all my nature almost whispers: — What do you want? — And what you do? — I moronically ask. — Everything, — shamelessly answers it. — but I am not kissed on the mouth. — I too, — give out I though first of all I dreamt of kisses even more moronically and dreamt. It, having looked furtively on the box screen, presses a snicker in a throat, I as a burn, I feel the first touch of her lips to the skin tend to my breast, and. Then the hot wave of delight, yes that there delight — the present orgazma goes down on my intense body after her lips … My pressure is accrued-spreads, apparently, remains only, really, to lose consciousness from pleasure and a sweet pain. I understand, that now when Dzhulija will start a finishing stage of a love prelude when her lip to concern … I have not time domechtat-finish thinking — something not about that and not so … I try to think, slightly I come back in myself and I understand: all — the film end! Inclined person Dzhulii remains on one place, it cannot pass a certain border in any way, continuing to kiss on the same place round a navel — all is more silent, more slowly, more mechanically. Then it lifts on me a puzzled sight … — Lines! Lines!! Lines!!! — I swear, gnevja the God, in powerless rage I — already here, in this world, at myself in a poor room. I sat in front of the computer all wet, still strained, got tired and disappointed, twisted with foolish wires. Behind a door plaintively peeped-mjavkal my unfortunate kotjara. — Here to you, Dollar Markovich, and virtual love … One lazha! Having disconnected a computer, I have started wandering in a bathroom — to remove unnecessary stress and to wash off love dense sweat. No, it is necessary to think out something!. <<<Glik the eighteenth Glik the twentieth>>>
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