Walking home from the bar with the lady who catched me just as the bar is closing..
I am not so sober, and she is not... Not drunk either, though...
Still there is the way home, the talking, anything said can end the night in a jerk off..
Her phone rings, and she starts blabbering... I catch these words,
“Kalevaaan..”
.......
“Saksan poikan kannssa..”
.......
“Panemaaan...”
......
Realizing that, a lay is unevitable, my stride eases itself, and my little master starts pushing at my pants...
A translation of what I heard could be:
“To kaleva”
“With the german boy”
“To f***..”
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