Pro lovers and mistresses

Long ago, we sinned with souped mistress - sweet as eight bags of sugar, pour in one cup. After that serious passions died down, lay down, she suddenly whispered, covering his forehead:
 - Forty second.
 "Forty second? - I thought. - What observant woman. He wants a sign of gratitude to bestow my shoes, then it is necessary to clarify that, in fact, I - Forty-third. »
 - Forty-third - said I, without delay, wanted to clarify and favorite color:
 black, but zastebalsya something.
 - Forty-third? - She asked, wrinkling her forehead, started up his eyes, as if something apart, and said: - Oh! Forty-three ...
 "Woman of the distant mind - I understood. - The size of my foot holds in his memory. I respect. Tremble. »
 And quite recently, after the magical transformation of a girl into a woman, I suddenly heard from her in gratitude:
 - You are my first man - if I did, and so did not understand, but it was printed in my head: "First».
 Then he remembered whisper wife on their wedding night, "third", that's when I wrote off for a third hour of the night.
 Another whispered to me: "Eighteen," I wrote off its habit of voicing his age after committing it.
 Yesterday, as a woman of easy virtue, he heard from her:
 - One thousand two hundred - with a view of seasoned said:
 - So many men for a night or a lifetime?
 But I heard:
 - With your rubles, idiot!

© Zhelezniakov Yu aka Sj