Я жил в престижном районе посреди мирного когда пришел конец мира я был готов к не�...�у. Спустил свое немалое состояние на маленький шанс выжить для себя . Строил бункер также как и половина соседей. Часть смеялась, говоря о напрасной трате денег другая хотела но не было денег. Чем громче были угрозы военных тем настойчивее последние искали способ попасть в строящиеся бункеры . Одна вдовушка даже попыталась соблазнить меня чтобы я выделил для неё и её дочурок место. Я конечно воспользовался этим. Me: Just tell me. I can catch up.Diana: Well…. I became a woman…. Once you do that you grow stuff and you can’t have baths with guys…Me: What stuff?Diana: Well…. You know…. The part you just hit….Me: Your chest?Diana: No dummy! For women it is called breast…. or boobs…Me: BOOBS??!!!Diana: Don’t scream!!!Me: Sorry… (Long pause)…. Can I see them? (I have no idea where I got the courage)Diana: What??!! Noooo!!!!Me: But I just wanna know what it looks like… And plus I have seen you entirely naked. It had been folded neatly on a sideboard but my dress and shoes were nowhere to be seen. More importantly I had no bag or phone either.I couldn't even remember what day it was. Was I supposed to be at work? What time was it? Where was my stuff?I slowly emerged from the room into the long corridor I had walked down with Emma last night. The high Georgian widows lit it beautifully. It must have been 60 foot long with 8 large windows. The dark oak floors have way to white walls, pocked with erotic. All that was left was the dress and the shoes. First the shoes. They werestrappy- ass platform sandals, and it took me five minutes to figure out thatthe long straps were supposed to twirl up around my calves. My legs lookedfoxy. Too skinny, probably, but foxy nonetheless.Finally, the most classically emasculating piece: the dress. It was a classicpeach colored dress, a-line down to just above my knees. It couldn't havebeen cotton- no, it was a slippery little silk piece of nothing that made.