Book: To play, to live. Book 1. Breakdown

Why is something made with your own hands always brings a warm feeling than shamelessly use all sorts of bunglers type of IKEA, selling under the guise of clumsy furniture designers "do it yourself".

Tanya elicited from me the latest news, groaned and gasped. For anxiety could see the pride in their own choices - her boyfriend lies on the couch, and turns and produces, looking for opportunities and implementing them. Was flattered. However, consistent expressions of confidence in your partner, support its endeavors and feelings of self-importance is one of the components of a happy marriage. Many women do not understand such simple truths, and then wonder why their "John" for half of my life sitting on their butts not trying to change anything in the swamp of everyday life.

Saying goodbye to the guys and smiling plain old jokes on the topic of marital debt, picked up the returning elf in his arms and carried her to the room. Behind came the applause. The elf buried his nose to my jacket and blushed slightly. At the door put girl to her feet and lightly pushed inside.
- Oh, what's that?! - opened the eyes of the elf.
In the intimate dim light of the room shimmered red, green, and blue flame torches of true flame. The floor and the bed was strewn with flowers, and on the table stood a large basin, barely audible Naivasha sad song.
With a view of a real guide I began to indicate with his hands.
- Torches of True Flame, NKVD had them in my little hands didn't tear off. Wildflowers, collection of Romantic Mood, my recipe. And finally, the Singing Shell from the island of the Sirens. You may have heard that male sirens absolutely brainless, and shell have learned how to copy the mating song of the females, luring the foolish men fish and fruit, in the form of tokens to the ladies. They say that the siren song of marriage acts on the subconscious in the most mysterious way, stimulating sexual pleasure.
The eyes of the elves shone in the firelight, his nostrils greedily swollen, and a sharp tongue licked her bright lips. One elusive, accessible only to the women's movement, and the dress slid to her feet.

When people in the pub has nothing, tired, and she sat opposite, resting his chin with his palm and gazed thoughtfully at me with wet, shiny and slightly drunken eyes. She reached up to my ear and quietly whispered:
- Wait a minute, I to reconnect. I have two more hours of represence, in full immersion, left... Show me your stamp collection.
And walked away, swinging her hips in the direction of the ladies room.
On the third floor we climbed together...

OK, thanks for help, anyway... - she hesitated.
- Don't be silly, every normal person a girl would fit. And as for the other - and at the throat can break.
Tanya raised her head and looked me in the eye:
Other?
- Hey, what are you doing? - I picked up her fragile hands. - Of course, friends! Where doubt because of the drow this, or what?
- You were watching...
- TFU you... Well you know... I hesitated. - It's the body's chemistry. Miracle design technology plus pheromones, coupled with abstinence, a new body and a lot of bare flesh around.

After all women love men promising!

Rodent invitingly squealed and tottered towards me. But simultaneously from adjacent bushes at me rushed healthy hare!
Mater crawl. 3rd level.
Yes, even gopher! Gore after all! A shame no end - killed rabbit in the first battle!

In the corner silently growled, the shadow took a step in my direction.
Holy crap! - I finally reached the wall, something easy grip, swung. - Obzovu Monster! You fucking what eyes more roads, yellow or blue? Right now Urihtau!
Shadow chuckled and skeptical, after a couple of steps, turned in the light. Low gray Goblin, shaking off the cobwebs from darned gray mantle, looked at me, displeased frown, and suddenly a squeaky voice ordered:
- Broom to the place put, warrior. Got raged here...