В книге Триа Уильямс "The Debts of My Husband" рассказывается о женщине по имени Кристина, которая была замужем за студентом университета по имени Янн. Они должны были явиться в университетским друзьям по случаю окончания учебного заведения. Кристина не хотела идти туда и просила мужа оставить её дома. Однако он настаивал на том, чтобы она пошла. В итоге Кристина соглашается.
The whisky stung Karl's throat. He coughed and swore to himself again. Still tired after his first shift at work, he bit into a greasy pork chop and put another potato onto a plate. He knew he ought to work out and eat more healthily, but coffee and Skor bars always got the better of him when he had a stressful morning shift.
He cleared his tummy after a while, ate half of his plate, and set up his computer and his favourite headphones - time to relax now, oh happy days! Curious for some games, he downloaded League of Legends and Sealand, played a few rounds in both, then returned to LoL and entered a team battle that started as soon as he reached the game lobby.
"Now remember, friend," Karl whispered, "if you muck this up and we lose..." One piece during the second game, his team became sluggish and lost their first four matches. When he his friend had been selected, Karl picked one last try and used his Seedling Grasper to emerge from his greenery and spring into the enemy team's base while charging the nearest enemy neutral. He frantically threw the box on his teammate to activate the Time Box glitch, ensuring they would be the first team to capture the Diamond. But the enemy team that had accumulated when promptly wiped out the island.
The remaining player sat as tense as the tension in the game arena as they ran selflessly through groups of enemies while defence harnessed them with groaning silver lights. They sprinted to the diamond, dropping boxes once or twice. Their helmet cracked and glowed burgundy. Then, just as quickly as it was taken over again, a crescendo of fury erupted as they sent the Darkening Box hurtling through the sky and deep underground to ensure their win.
Электронная Книга «The debts of my husband» написана автором Tricia Williams в году.
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Язык: Немецкий
ISBN: 9783752920468
Описание книги от Tricia Williams
Yann tried to put his arm around me, but I shook it off in disgust. I had been uncomfortable with this whole idea from the beginning. Yann presented me as a real appetizer to get the guys for graduation. I was a little cold, despite the warmth. My red summer dress was already so provocative that I would never wear it outside. It was almost knee-length, but buttoned and quite transparent. My breasts and also the black, tiny thong were far more than I could guess.
"Baby! Please, please, please!" Yann begged me. I turned to him and looked deep into his eyes. «How do you imagine that? And what exactly do you think I should do?», I asked him irritated. «Just be a little nicer, charming. Just be a little accessible,» he replied. "Then I will spoil you with all the refinements, my darling! I shook my head in disbelief and carefully adjusted the wine glasses. While Yann opened the wine, I went outside. The garden table on the veranda was set. Only the wine was still missing. My husband's two business partners were in their mid-forties, as was my husband himself. They both wore casual and sporty clothes. «Look, our beautiful hostess is back! We thought we had lost you, dearest one,» one of the two men laughed at me. He had introduced himself to me as Herr Thom, and rose to help me with the glasses. His partner, Mr. Elssner, on the other hand, was not so well-behaved and stared blatantly at my luscious breasts, which bounced seductively in time with every step.
"Mr. Thom, how sweet of you," I hypocritically replied with a smile. He took the tray from me and I set about distributing the glasses. When that was done, Yann came with the wine and poured it after the round. He raised the glass: «To good business gentlemen», he cheered. «And of course to our hostess,» replied Mr. Thom. Slowly the evening sky began to twilight and the sun did not burn down quite so much. The situation seemed to relax little by little. The strong wine began to go to my head and twist. In vain I tried to hold against it with water. After a while of trivial small talk Yann finally tried to get to the goal of the evening.
