Mrs. H. was on holiday in Turkey, with a girlfriend. The husband she left at home - what should one do with those on vacation? Thus, the two middle-aged ladies went solo now so in warmer climes.
got out good-humored, adventurous and longing sonnenbebrillt At a Saturday three weeks ago, the plane in Ankara, where tanned, goldkettchenbehängte and permanently grinning guide unsurpassable charm waiting for them.
Something else struck by the flight and there is a significant heat at the destination dreamed Mrs. H. cope cut, smiling to herself, in her knee-length summer dress, especially for the holiday from the seamstress her confidence, except for one time someone in her vorbeihuschte and for should confuse some time ...
A tanned Casanova she discreetly slipped her a note pressed into his hand and whispered in passing: 'chest number four. " Mrs. H. was irritated. What could it mean? She looked at the Paper in her trembling hands in excitement. 4, stand there. Only a 4th
was already up to her Inge. Inge also had a note and said. "Come on, Mrs. H, let us go out there waiting for you ahead." "Have you seen the guy there?" asked Mrs. H. "He pushed me a note in his hand." "Yes." said Inge eyes rolling "I also. Be it. Not organized so well. Can not do anything. The main thing is good weather." Mrs. H., still irritated, asked: "And what is on your list?" "Four. " Inge said, annoyed. "Four? It can not be!" indignant Mrs. H. "I'm four!" Inge, now also confused whether the Empörug her friend looked at her and replied laconically: ?. So what I did the four Is it really so. " "No, it's not!" stammered Mrs. H. excited. "You should have either three or five, or even a different number I'm number four breast!" "Breast number four?" Inge only wondered. Breast number four? "Do you have something to drink?" she asked. "Why are you talking about breasts?" "Well," said Mrs. H. desperately "He came here long, I pushed the note into his hand and whispered, 'chest number four." Inge laughed out loud. "Yes, and what is this mean? Do you think the running around here and numbered by breasts? And you will have even number four? For your ..." "Inge" outraged Mrs. H. "Come on, now, but let's face it, Mrs. H, what did you think? I mean, you're 56 and you think you can get space four? Tz."
both silent. Infinite three seconds. And quite Ankara continued with them the air. Then, finally, redeemed her friend Mrs. H. Inge with the sentence: "He said bus BUS number four, but was clear in which direction you think again!" She turned around and went out to the buses to bus number four. Mrs. H. was following her humble silence.
Brust Nummer vier zu sein wäre Ihr lieber gewesen - aber was nicht ist, kann ja noch werden, dachte Sie und zwinkerte dem Reiseleiter zu ... (will be continued)
got out good-humored, adventurous and longing sonnenbebrillt At a Saturday three weeks ago, the plane in Ankara, where tanned, goldkettchenbehängte and permanently grinning guide unsurpassable charm waiting for them.
Something else struck by the flight and there is a significant heat at the destination dreamed Mrs. H. cope cut, smiling to herself, in her knee-length summer dress, especially for the holiday from the seamstress her confidence, except for one time someone in her vorbeihuschte and for should confuse some time ...
A tanned Casanova she discreetly slipped her a note pressed into his hand and whispered in passing: 'chest number four. " Mrs. H. was irritated. What could it mean? She looked at the Paper in her trembling hands in excitement. 4, stand there. Only a 4th
was already up to her Inge. Inge also had a note and said. "Come on, Mrs. H, let us go out there waiting for you ahead." "Have you seen the guy there?" asked Mrs. H. "He pushed me a note in his hand." "Yes." said Inge eyes rolling "I also. Be it. Not organized so well. Can not do anything. The main thing is good weather." Mrs. H., still irritated, asked: "And what is on your list?" "Four. " Inge said, annoyed. "Four? It can not be!" indignant Mrs. H. "I'm four!" Inge, now also confused whether the Empörug her friend looked at her and replied laconically: ?. So what I did the four Is it really so. " "No, it's not!" stammered Mrs. H. excited. "You should have either three or five, or even a different number I'm number four breast!" "Breast number four?" Inge only wondered. Breast number four? "Do you have something to drink?" she asked. "Why are you talking about breasts?" "Well," said Mrs. H. desperately "He came here long, I pushed the note into his hand and whispered, 'chest number four." Inge laughed out loud. "Yes, and what is this mean? Do you think the running around here and numbered by breasts? And you will have even number four? For your ..." "Inge" outraged Mrs. H. "Come on, now, but let's face it, Mrs. H, what did you think? I mean, you're 56 and you think you can get space four? Tz."
both silent. Infinite three seconds. And quite Ankara continued with them the air. Then, finally, redeemed her friend Mrs. H. Inge with the sentence: "He said bus BUS number four, but was clear in which direction you think again!" She turned around and went out to the buses to bus number four. Mrs. H. was following her humble silence.
Brust Nummer vier zu sein wäre Ihr lieber gewesen - aber was nicht ist, kann ja noch werden, dachte Sie und zwinkerte dem Reiseleiter zu ... (will be continued)
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