There were letters, we began correspondence, but after a vtoroytrety note everything broke. We were one, in the twilight. Time approached to have dinner and within an hour or about that practically we did not speak about sex. Andreas enjoyed the anonymous life in the mountain lock. And the wife at me, Lena, not богвесть what beauty is a little plump, is slightly more senior than me, but, however, quite nice and, the main thing, cheerfully smiling.