It 'been a cold night in Delhi. Very very cold. So cold that I shivered in my short dress. I was with my friends in a bar opened a five-star hotel.
E 'was particularly nice after four weeks at the house of Bigg Boss. I said, only four weeks? Cursed! I need to see a psychiatrist to determine whether a common sense left in me. The night was perfect, other than freezing.
I placed an order in my underwear Italian wine.
A large piece of white, wearing a black dress for me. For a moment I thought to give me a drink. Although I still think that the good guy who is now off the table, as the Director-General 's hotel and asked if everything was okay.
Before I could answer, he bent down and whispered: "Scarf" He shook his head with a mischievous smile. Two scarves wrapped around me and a glass of vintage Italian wine, I began to experience perfect happiness.
The manager apologized nice to see some regular customers. My friends that were not available to me suddenly looked like a short life time and fun points.
The table was with Italian wines, one of cheese, a little stir fried shrimp, mushrooms and corn beautiful. I laugh, laugh, drink, eat – all at once. In the midst of all this has been a buzz that caught my attention.
It 'was my phone! The number flashes on the screen of my phone was not in my knowledge. And so I'm not used to this is to ignore. The complainant took an appeal. I think he will be arrested sooner or later. But he did not. At that time I was bored and curious.
I decided to aliens who desperately tries to talk to my attention.
The caller desperately, 'Hello'.
I waited patiently for the complainant. He said he was a journalist and asked me to speak for several minutes. I must interrupt you.
He asked how the experience of a prisoner from his home was a great leader.
I said, "very painful".
He asked me to draw. I refused because they do not come back the memories of evil, pain, grief and indignation.
Then I found a piece of the Arctic from the plate, I looked for some time. E 'was when he said: "Not only me, try me.'m Worth it." So I had the shrimp lightly in the mouth.
While the shrimp in your mouth, jumped journalist question: "Do not use human sperm on your face?
Not answer. I thought I understood. I said with my mouth wide open and hard to chew with shrimp, "whaaaaaat ';
He repeated the question. It 'was the same thing! How could this be the same! You may have heard strange things. Maybe this is what happens when you live in a cage in a home away from civilization.
Just then, the shrimp in his mouth, slid into my esophagus. I think I should have swallowed. My reaction was involuntary. E 'was really beyond my control. Look at me choke, my friends, offered me water, wine and other liquids on the table that could take control of. I drank my glass of wine, which is half full. I felt better and now ready to continue the discussion with journalists.
He said: "Ahhh …. What do you mean by that?
He said that the analysis of the new research strategy describes the semen of men, as the new era for the treatment of acne, wrinkles and aging. I was speechless.
He said: "Really?
He said: "This is incorrect."
I was completely disoriented. Because when the sperm of a man is a new era of cosmetic cream? Semen not intended for procreation? And if the girl does not want to get pregnant and will not appear the pill, the boy's semen in a condom, a waste bin, toilet or anywhere else. At least that's what I thought.
The journalist reminded me once again to ask if it was once quite good. I panicked. I do not know what to say.
The only two options, which were clearly visible, was for me "-" Yes, the analysis of the research is absolutely right. I know this for a long period. I had severe acne in my teens. And I have semen on my friend. It worked! Believe me this "or" You're crazy ?????????'.
I felt my heart beat so fast. I have never in all my 25 years on earth is never an issue, and that scares me. My hands in his pocket in search of anti-anxiety pills, which often wear. There were. We had to overcome this fear. Fear of what people think.
I said quietly: "Are you kidding me love?
The answer was negative. He asked me to be honest.
Honestly ?????? We know that honesty is a virtue anymore. Surely there is nothing on the sperm of a man!
I wanted to hang immediately. I did not think that sperm spend my night planned. This is certainly because I have my friends in Delhi.
I had to give an answer. Stupid, stupid, fat, exciting, silly … … any, seemed to be an answer. I started writing my thoughts to give a common response.
Here are the words came from: "When human sperm are in fact better than any anti-wrinkle and anti-aging cream, or even better than Botox, I would use it, maybe not, but now, but after I spent 40 . I hope that someone has been in my life, with a number of healthy sperm. This is a great program for savings. Thank you.
The journalist was very satisfied with the offer. And wished me good night, do not worry about me. I was relieved.
I felt like a soldier, once again victorious from the battlefield. What a victory! My friends made me sign the buffet bar, not knowing that the sperm of her husband for me these fifteen minutes.
