Book: Then live for yourself

And good sex there are many components, and technology is not the main one.

- Horry, all have been in the past. You were not yourself.
He nods, blows smoke in the black of night, watching the rings dissolve in the amber light of a streetlamp.
- I still can not imagine, ' he says.

Linda shakes her head, looking at his mother:
- You yourself don't believe half of what you say. Isn't that right?
I do not know. The mother leans back in the chair. - Say that I'm very convincing.

Our Philip - just a storehouse of quotes from movies and songs. Sorry, clearing a place for them in my head, the head at the same time he threw out logic and common sense. But quotes throws on occasion and for no reason, like an Oriental sage.

Sixty seconds of our acquaintance I was able to laugh this girl twice already, and I, having read "Playboy", knew that beauties like these men, who know how to laugh. Well, of course, these men have to amuse them after you provide your lady multiple orgasm hard and greedy member of a length of not less than twenty-two inches, and aboard a private plane.

If you happen to pass through the collapse of the marriage and according to statistics, you've either passed or will pass soon, you know that at the end of the road, always remember the beginning.

Mother we, of course, knows his stuff, in that it can not refuse. But it is not just a therapist. Twenty years ago she wrote a book "let's Start with the cradle, or How to become parents without prejudice". The book became a bestseller and turned the mother in most famous in the country specialist on the proper rearing of children. Naturally, with such a mother we - and I, brothers, and sister grew up spoiled.

Catching his wife in bed with another, it is easier to calm the soul shot from a Magnum 357 caliber, not scientific research. But I knew that the inevitable questions. <...> But there, in the bedroom, I was tormented by one question, a matter of life and death, and the answer I wanted immediately. My question was the most primitive and was: what happens if you vanish up the ass of Wade Boulanger this strawberry-chocolate cake with burning candles - thirty-three and one on happiness? Turned out to be cool.

- Well, why can't we be friends? 'she says.
You're sleeping with my boss. It's a pretty good reason.
She closes her eyes, calling for help all the bottomless patience that it takes to deal with me. <...>
You're right, I'm not a Saint, she says, his whole appearance indicating that I'm not right circle, and she's a Saint, but she's bored with me. - I was very bad, and the desire to be happy again I did the unforgivable. I ruined our lives and you hate me for it.

I exist in different dimensions and have no idea where my real place.

She looks good, says Wendy. - Infidelity of her face.

Dip in sweet pink and white the Bermuda triangle of her spread legs, I disappeared there without a trace.

And then we fell silent, and there was one of those moments truly dead silence when you hear how spins beneath your feet, the planet, and you stand, and you gradually start to feel dizzy.

For the blind sighted - God himself.