Drank fifty grams. It became good. Let's go. I knew her for a long time. She then worked as an ordinary saleswoman in the “Winter” bookstore, and all the male visitors paid attention to her legs, which stuck out very tensely from under her short skirt. It was clear that she had no one, in the sense of men, and that she really needed it. But she was very intelligent and very nervous, although she was pretty, plus she was two meters tall, so I personally was afraid to approach - and, probably, not only me. I didn’t think to ask where it came from. But someone wasn’t afraid, and after a couple of years, or maybe even more, I look: she has a belly!