Chapter 20 elevator─Elevator

"Which floor are you going to?" the elevator lady asked. "Floor 176." The middle-aged man said. "Floor 176, okay." "Floor 328," said the young girl, who had beautiful feet. "Floor 328, okay." "413rd floor," I said. "I'm sorry." The elevator lady said with a really sorry look. "This elevator only stops at the 390th floor." "Oops," I said, "I dropped three pairs of socks on the third floor of 413." "Then you come to my place." The girl with beautiful feet whispered delicately, "Although it is on the third, second and eighth floors, there are socks."

Right in the middle of my arms. Her room is very chic.The lighting, the taste of the furniture, the background music, the air conditioning, and the softness of the carpet, everything is ideal.It's almost as if my preferences have been researched beforehand, and it's all to my liking.If I were James Bond, I might suspect that there is some mystery in this, but thankfully I am not James Bond.Nor McHama, nor Riazza, nor Philip Marlowe, nor Matrim.Just an ordinary citizen, how is this Wonderful thing. We talked for hours about music, literature, sports, and tropical fish while sipping chilled champagne.It seemed like a miracle that her interests and mine matched perfectly.I'm only a little angry about the three pairs of socks that are still on the third floor of 413.

"By the way, you said socks." She took my hand and took me to another room. In front of a mahogany wardrobe, one of the drawers was pulled open smoothly and silently. There were nearly two Hundreds of pairs of socks of various colors are neatly arranged like jewels. "How do you like it?" "Wow! That's great." I sighed. "Why are you so beautiful?" "It's all yours if you want it." I pulled her over and brought my lips together.Her nightgown slipped to the floor. In this way, I now own two hundred pairs of socks.