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Angelica wanted to make a Christmas surprise to her boyfriend Nick, with which they lived in his big house with 4 bedrooms for 7 months now. Their relationships were great in general and she loved him, though he never offered her anything more, like becoming his wife, for instance, which she would greatly want. Still, she was pretty satisfied with the current situation. In the upcoming Christmas Eve, she wanted Nick had a present, and she wanted it was special. But she has not yet come up with the specific idea.
Chatting with her female friends in the local store, trolling from one boutique to another, she wanted to know what they have prepared for their husbands. One bought a fancy kit of Cuban cigars. Another bought a new kit of joinery tools, for a husband’s hobby. The third prepared for both, her and him, a joint 2-days visit in the beauty & spa salon that was possible to make on a weekend. Nothing from these Angelica loved.They were finishing their stroll when she saw a new car on sale in the hall of the supermarket. It was bandaged with a huge fancy bowknot of red color. And that how she had this idea born in her pretty head. At some fugacious moment, she even felt as an Izmir escorts or Ankara escorts girl dressed in this petit cloth.
I worried as a hell. Teeth got ache so much that they were like itching from the inside – you probably know this horrible feeling of huge worrying and anticipation at the same time. My turn for the auditioning, judging from the number, I got on my hands, was approximately in an hour and a half. I tried to relax but nothing seemed to help. Every time I exhaled deeply and tried to immerse myself in asana, the treacherous feeling came back to me soon once again. I couldn’t help it – that’s just all me.
I went into the toilet as when I worry, I wanna pee. The toilet area was mutual for both men and women – a pity but, I suppose, a necessity if it is located in a large filming pavilion with hundreds of extras. At least, cabins are closed so I came there. Finishing, in the lobby with hand washers and driers, I saw a charming man. He was washing his hands. He smiled me and, when I started washing my hands, he already wiped his and left the premise.