[Policjant997]

Michał Białek was finishing the night watch in the excavation server room. Behind the window of the indebted villa Poznań goats brushed with parts that Białek would prefer never to have. He remembered his wife, who forbade him to eat meat, mainly on Sunday mornings.

The laughter of Kaminer's massacrating leftists came from behind the row of excavation monitors. Białek automatically put cheerful and loud sounds under the image of King Korwin in Maciej's room. Intuition told him that a slightly obese work colleague fingers through the keyboard watching photos of KFD protein ads on Facebook. He wasn't wrong. He felt, however, a bizarre pride combined with the amusement that this vision brought him.

,,Knock Knock".
First thought - Elfik32. A lady who would do anything for a visit to the grain elevator.

Białek felt important. The thought of huge silos turned into the certainty that on this Saturday night an affair arises that none of the moderators would be able to control. She lusted for revenge in his poor mind. Awaking, he got up and opened the door nonchalantly.

Elfik32. A black moderation sheep stood at the doorstep based on a door frame with her model's smile. Ballet flats, a short skirt and a motz spring wreath shone with white contrasting with the night landscape.

- Inserted as usual, thought Michał.

Elfik put a finger to her lips. Białek guessed that Kiner, separated from the outside world, had not heard the knock of an active excavator who had just brought them sandwiches. From under the German border.

Elfik quickly dropped her shoes and winked playfully towards Kicker. Białek followed his tanned feet toward McKiner, unable to stop his inner amusement. He was about to reveal a fact that none of the excavation workers personally saw, although he was aware of its existence. A fact that would destroy Kicker's peace forever.

Elfik crawled under the desk and quickly jumped out on the other side. Kiner bulged his eyes and jumped back with a thin kebab in his hand. But ... Białka's and Kiner's eyes met. Kiner was embarrassed by the whole situation, as evidenced by a clear blush on his Aryan face.

Elfik's laughter spread around the room.
- A small kebsik for an administrator. said Elfik, barely suppressing laughter. Kiner turned more bleak. Hands wandered toward the exotic dish mechanically as the withered Elf threw herself in the same direction.
- Leave it. she said firmly.

The surprised Kiner released the wrapped cake from his hand. The 30-centimeter meal fell limp slightly, dirtying Kiner's pants as Elfik jumped to the paralyzed fat man like a hungry hen and lunged firmly at the kebab. Since the unsuccessful experiment with falafels, Kiner returned to old habits, which made the excavator's task easier.

- You are drunk. he moaned as Elfik grabbed him behind the sauce-covered portion of meat with lettuce and, giggling, began to lead towards Białek, who was watching the situation with interest. The programmer did not protest too fiercely. It was the first time a woman's hand wanted to take his kebsa. It was undoubtedly an interesting experience, because Kiner himself seemed to forget about the strange circumstances in which this breakthrough occurred.

Białek could not stop his amusement anymore, watching the stiff Kinera walking behind his elf holding his dinner. He burst out with a hearty laugh, involuntarily releasing a short, fairly high-pitched fart.
"I'm sorry," said Białek through tears, "but I don't quite understand the situation.

Elfik let go of the diner delicacy and swaying her hips slowly approached the administrator with eyes darkened with workaholism, flirtatiously curling a curl picked from the under-stormed blonde hair.
- I didn't plan it. I've always been spontaneous. she whispered provocatively, her fingers now searching around the buttons on the pink Białka shirt.

Kiner froze like a statue in the center of the server room. He did not realize how comical he looked with dirty pants bought by his mother in second-hand, with hair in disarray and face red from spicy sauce. He felt a twinge of jealousy seeing the first woman he allowed to touch the kebab, eagerly licking his lips stained with sauce. He should be in her place.

Białek closed his eyes, feeling the delicate smell of beef close to his character. It wasn't treason, it was rape. Therefore, guessing the further course of the situation, he had no remorse. To prevent them, however, he imagined that his wife was just eating a huge steak of entrecote. "What a deceitful woman who was supposed to be vegan," he thought. He felt completely blammed.

Elfik went to licking her fingers to finally approach Białek's ear.
- Do you know what your friend ate? she whispered, her courtesy shifting her eyes to his face. - Juicy beef kebab made by ...
- Do not end. Białek interrupted her. He didn't want the word to change every day

#pasta

[Drzegorz]

@Policjant997: nie znam angielskiego

[tomazzo69]

@Drzegorz: W tych czasach nie znac nawet podstaw to wstyd.