One rainy day, our student group at the university decided to celebrate the
start of a new year of studies. We all went to my place. But only three of us
got there: two girls and myself. I liked both of them, but one was happily
married, and the other... Her name was, let\'s say, Jennifer. This Jennifer
was a romantic girl, or shall we say \'not of this world\'. She liked poetry,
philosophy, theatre. She discussed premiers, was in awe of the actors, and on
our lectures in medical court expertise she read works of unknown poets.
Anyway, she had a bloody exquisite nature... Anyhow, for this occasion I
bought a couple bottles of champagne on our way. There was nothing at all to
eat at my place. Nathalie, the one that was married, cooked and boiled
something quickly. In short, we sat down to eat. Crystal glasses, china,
silver forks, all of that. Drinking, eating, talking freely with each other.
Here I notice (with a certain satisfaction) that Jenny is not just drinking
the champagne, she\'s pouring it into herself. So I pour her the glasses, one
bottle was finished, we started on the second one.
\'You have vodka?\'
I didn\'t understand right at first just WHO said that.
\'I said, do you have vodka?\', said Jenny, tapping her nails on her
glass.
\'Yeah, I do.\'
\'Then bring it out!\'
This was nice... exquisite nature, but doesn\'t pass a drink, it seems. I
took out a bottle of Absolut... Pour it into the glasses... The vodka was
warm, so didn\'t go down easy. But not with Jenny - she drank one right after
I poured and held out her glass for another. Anyway, drinking at this speed,
she was getting drunk pretty quickly. Silent and concentrated... Then there
was a bottle of cognac, but we didn\'t get to finish that. Nathalie decided it
was time for her to go home, where her husband was waiting for her, and
Jenny... well she was showing no signs of life from the couch.
\'Be careful!\', said Nathalie before she left.
I smiled... Because I had no idea yet that her warning would be in order
and I could forsee no difficulties. I knew how to take care of drunken
friends, of course, and was taken care of any number of times in a similar
manner. I took Nathalie to the subway station and came back...
The romantic Jenny, lover of poems and theatres, was lying on the couch in a
fresh puddle of vomit, with her top raised to show her breasts and her skirt
and panties pulled down to her knees... with her eyes closed and making weird
sounds she was passionately masturbating.
I went out to smoke...
When I came back, Jenny had already stopped masturbating and was fast
asleep. Vomit was everywhere - on the couch, on the floor, on her tits, and
even on her legs. The smell everywhere was awful. I took a shot of cognac,
took off her dirty clothes, carried her to the bed and covered her with a
blanket. Took her things and the couch covers, and carried all of that into
the bathroom...
Went out to smoke...
There were funny noises coming out of the bedroom... You guess already?
Quite right! It was Jenny barfing. And - correct! She started to masturbate. I
didn\'t bother to carry her to a cleaner place now, there weren\'t that many
left. Or I wouldn\'t have anyplace to sleep. That\'s why I chose the new
location to be the bathroom. I opened some warm water for her and...
... went out to smoke.
Then I cleaned up the sofa and the bed, washed the dirty floor and carried
the wet blanket to the bathroom... The bath was half-full of water. Even
though I didn\'t put a plug into the hole. It looked like the bath got plugged
with a new series of vomit from Jenny... My friend once said (when he drank and
vomited at a party and was trying to clean up a sink): \'Every home should have
a plunger.\' I, for example, have a plunger. Do you? If you haven\'t got one,
get one... I spent a long while working with that plunger, which was making
weird squeaky noises and right beside me was lying a young romantic girl and
was masturbating... In the end, getting tired of the whole thing I threw down
the plunger and...
... went out to smoke.
When I came back, I saw that this Jenny was insanely fucking herself with
the handle of that selfsame plunger. Yes, quite simply and very effectively -
judging from her long and satisfied moans. After that the amplitude of the
wooden thing became threatening: it seemed she was sticking it whole into
herself. I got scared, thinking that the girl might even hurt herself so I had
to take it away from her. Here she showed the first signs of intelligent life:
she opened her eyes, fixed them on me and grunted something that sounded like
\'Give it baack...\'
\'Fuck you!\', said I.
My answer seemed to meet with a good response in her nature: she smiled,
started muttering something and started to spread her knees, as far as the
bathtub would allow. Then she took my hand and tried to stick it inside her,
and here...
I didn\'t go out for a smoke! What an idiot...
I took her in my arms and carried her back to the bed, started kissing her
breasts, her tummy... and I think I pressed too much. Jenny shuddered, raised
herself on an elbow and barfed right on top of me. SHIT! I should\'ve gone out
to smoke... I went into the bathroom and washed myself, took another smoke,
then carried her back there and bent her over the tub, with her face down and
her ass toward me. In this position I fucked her, thinking of my dirty
apartment, of the pile of dirty clothing, of the dirty tub and of the show
that this romantic girl Jenny performed for me this night. When I had come,
I...
... went out to smoke.

... She \"left early, while I was asleep.\" For several days
Jenny didn\'t show up at the campus, and the she did, at the end of a school
day. And she wasn\'t alone, but had a somber young man along with her. He eyed
me from a distance, and in the evening was waiting for me near at the doors of
my house - him and his two friends. I guess this young man, just like Jenny,
had an exquisite nature, so he didn\'t start to beat me up right away. First
he explained the reason for his actions. Apparently Jennifer told him that I
had treacherously taken her to my home and there got her drunk and violently
raped her. So badly, that the pain in her vagina was not letting them have sex
even now.
\'It wasn\'t me, it was the plunger,\' said I.
\'What? There was two of you???!!!\' ...............

Now, sitting at home I am thinking that I shouldn\'t have laughed so
hysterically then. I should\'ve kept a straight face. Maybe then he and his
two friends wouldn\'t have beat the shit out of me, at least not so hard.
Because not everyone has grown up in an intelligent setting, and not everyone
knows that \'every home should have a plunger!\'