Michel looked to me in eyes, then translated a view of the TV. I tactfully kept silent and having inclined to it gently kissed behind an ear having inhaled a smell of a rain and wet hair. Both of us stood for some seconds, then it turned to me and having clasped my head hands stuck to me into lips. Her uvula got to me into a mouth and as the imp was swept up touching a tip of my language. When we came off from each other in eyes everything downloaded, and feet became as from cotton wool, but I had enough forces to lift it on hands and to inform to an ottoman on which both and fell down.