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– Yes, so … – the wheels smoothly slid along the asphalt. Whatever you say, a good powerful car brings much more satisfaction than a stupid woman. Even if it’s pretty attractive.

The roads were empty, and I thought that coming home early in the morning would not be such a bad thing. He lowered the glass. A cool breeze immediately brought freshness with it and drove away the drowsiness that was beginning to cover me.

– Shut up, – the girl demanded. – I’m cold.

Immersed in my own thoughts, I almost forgot about her existence. While she sat silently, only the unobtrusive smell of floral perfume testified to her presence in the car. Whether she was cold or not, I didn’t care. However, that didn’t stop her from looking at her. Thin blouse with lace. Openwork flowers, a neckline that reveals the collarbones…

– But what do I care? – I reasonably inquired.

I don’t know if people know how to indignantly inhale, but it was difficult to call it differently. Her chest rose, her face showed indignation, her eyes flashed with a blue flame. Yes, fuck her, right Lucifer in the guise of a Yorkshire terrier!