I took hold of my jeans, tore open both the belt and the button, and pushed them down. Hot xxx Jukka and I got up from our chair, and Jukka opened the balcony door for the carriers. And I don’t think anyone noticed.”
My smile faded out of a new fear’s way, and I started glancing nervously in every direction. I went down on my knees and pressed my lips to Jukka’s stomach. “The queen has left,” he announced, and received a response of laughter and hurrahs. The visibly heartfeeling, intense and humorous individual, who, as the only person I knew, shared my interest in Swahili outsider art and possessed the ability to hover noodles by blowing with his nose, even felt like a potential boyfriend, which, considering my inherent excessive realism, said much.
