SIGURDIA

That is the name of the woman living with me on the same landing. She moved to our house about 30 years ago, an unremarkable little girl with an oriental face, a couple of years younger than me. She was married for several years, then left alone with her son.

Neighborly eaten, about that, about this, inoda I helped her with the male housework.

Sigurdia worked a lot, and the little boy left to himself grew up a great prankster. Mother didn’t panch with him and crawled without long examinations. Once I was standing on the balcony, Sigurdia came out to the next. She called the boy in such a voice, and her eyes were so furious that even I felt uneasy and goosebumps ran down my back. Soon, from behind the wall he heard the claps of the belt on the body and the boy's squeal.

Years go by unnoticed, and now I’m over 40. I’ve been a lot of light shaker and somehow I’m not married. Sigurdia during this time nicely rounded below the waist, and her back and shoulders were always strong and strong as a man. On one of the winter holidays, I went to congratulate a neighbor, pozastolnichali and Sigurdia offered to stay with her. The boy was already studying in another city.

The night was simply fabulous, I had nothing of the kind in my life, although I had never suffered from a lack of female attention. In bed, Sigurdia was the undisputed leader, which in combination with innate sexual talent, extraordinary femininity, sensuality and intelligence gave fireworks of sensations. She also liked me and our cloudless relationship lasted for 10 years. There were, of course, quarrels: I could shout, to which the laconic Sigurdia responded with one or two sharp, without swing, but powerful slaps. But sex was still stellar, like the first night.

Not for nothing they say that we are controlled by hormones and the predominance of male or female determines human behavior. In time, Sigurdia began to increasingly dominate the men's Leader commanders, testosterone. erotic stories. She was increasingly unhappy with something, annoyed, and somehow told me that I didn’t feel her enough, I didn’t understand, I was behaving like a selfish adult child.

- I retorted that she spoiled me like that.

- forever you get out, said Sigurdia, you have two opinions, yours and wrong. And spoiled children can even punish adults, have you heard?

- How do you imagine it.

- Very simple, as in the movie about the elusive. You take off your pants and lie back to the top, and I will fight you like a goat, strongly and regularly, until you become what I need. The candy period is over. You do not understand the carrot - I will explain with a whip.

I, as if on the balcony, had goosebumps of fear on my back, although I had never had a bite.

“I give you a week to think this week, so that I would not see you, but now I went out and Sigurdia pushed me out the door.”

The decisive tone of the conversation did not suggest a joke, but I hoped that Sigurdia’s mood would change and she would call me. But the silence lasted a week, the second, and I realized, would not call, and the decision would not change.

After Sigurdia, I no longer wanted to look at other women. Life lost all colors, sense and interest at once.

I understood that there would be no previous relationship, but on the other hand, that I was not a man, I would not tolerate ...

But besides the pain, whipping will draw a line beyond which I find myself far below, without any rights.

And breathing without Sigurdia is getting harder, all the oxygen from the atmosphere has gone somewhere.

Such are not easy swings.

And then in two weeks I, worrying like a boy, standing at the cherished door and pressing the bell button.