Mark didn't even want to get out of bed. He could feel the weight of this foreign breast that was part of his body and the way the nightie fabric touches his shoulder. He was even afraid to move, so as not to believe that this is all real. His chest still felt the touch of the hand of this stranger, whom he saw for the first time in his life and whom he looked at from afar while he was on the phone on the urgent call. Mark hoped it was just his dream or something, but the dream didn’t end.
A few minutes ago, Mark woke up with a strange sensation. Someone breathed in his ear and touched him, then through a dream he felt someone kissing him on the cheek and at one moment he smelled a fume as if the one who kissed him drank and smoked all night. While he was trying to understand whether it was a dream or not, he felt a hand squeeze the skin of his chest and shouted. Chuck wanted to get up, but suddenly felt a kiss. It all happened very quickly and Mark was even glad that it stopped after the phone rang.
The man stood up abruptly, staggering slightly with the words "Who the fuck is calling ?!" and Mark was finally able to see everything. He saw that he was in a room with cheap furniture. The man was without panties and was not at all attractive. He staggered while walking to the phone and it was obvious that he was drunk. The room had an old TV, a small bedside table, a carpet and a few chairs - it looked like a cheap apartment. Slowly Mark looked at his body and for the first time saw a mound of skin on his chest, which dangled a little from Mark's weak movements. He closed his eyes and opened, but again the same picture was in front of him.
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Mark was the victim of the fortune-teller's curse, which he accidentally pushed in the store yesterday. He did not notice her because he was in a hurry to quickly buy what he needed and go home. He had a bad day at school and was in a terrible mood. Although Mark was a good guy, it was then that the fortuneteller pissed him off even more when she started yelling at him and making him apologize. Mark wanted to apologize, but when she started screaming, he changed his mind, and besides, he did not like gypsies. Instead, he yelled back at her and called her "an old bitch" a couple of times and told her to "go to her shitty apartment with her alcoholic husband." When he left, he no longer heard that she spoke a curse.
Instead of a room in his parents' house, the next day, Macr woke up here. In "shitty housing", feeling like his new "alcoholic husband" sticks to him after drinking all night.
Mark tried to find this gypsy, but it was impossible. He ended up in a completely different part of the country, and even when he found his parents and friends on Facebook, they did not believe him.
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