19 Tebana street
The cort dragged by a poorly donkey stood infront of the Castle post office , The number of passengers does not exceed the fingers of one hand . However .The donkey made supreme effort to drag the cort . The cort was overloaded by ladies with heavy weights .
The postman boarded beside one of them , she saw him loaded with letters so she asked him just to joke : can i found a letter with you from my stupid husband ??
The postman asked ,with smile : is he a traveler ??
She answered laughing : no darling , he escaped and left a dozen of kids and that three fatty ladies and iam the fourth wife .
He asked her while laughing : do you not search in the psychiatric hospital ??
Another woman replied with pride : We were professionals and he was living as the king Haroon El Rashid in the timing .
The cart penetrate the castle street , he can see in the left side , the mosque of Sultan Hassan , with the large ornate gate , and still he see the Mohamed Aly castle rises with proud .
The postman dropped near by Chamachergi street , and began his tour in the distripution of the letters , up to he reached Al Darb El A hmar street , then Tebana street , yes theres is 19 Tebana street on the corner of Al Room way .
There is a letter , he talked to himself : this is the 1st time i enters this place .
He knows that it is a public women's bathroom .
He entered to a long corridor and veered left to another corridor with virtually no lighting except smale window at the top of the corridor .
He raised his voice by announce : Mom of Essam El Banhawy ,and no one replied .
He moved to another corridor , leads to a wide square hall , half of it occupied by a bench half meter above the ground , and kept on it all the external and internal women's clothes , and the hall door just a lounge curtain made from very dark brown Krypton .
He look around , did not find one , but up to his hearing the women gossip behind the curtain .
He looks behind through the corridor , and concentrate his hearing , so no body was comming .
Rushed inside him the desire to see what behind the curtain .
progress slowly , and pushed part of the curtain to give him the vision .
That was a carnaval of naked women , inside the very broad municipal bathroom , which mediates by a round watering swimming pool rises from the ground by about a quarter meter , surrounded by marble in the depth of two meters , filled by hot water ,and in center of that swimming pool there is a boiling kettle in high position , and the boiling water creep from special taps to give the required water temperature to the swimming pool .
Steam was filling the place , and give the hot feelings too.
He saw the naked women some of them inside the pool swimming , or taking a hot bath , and some of them on the side walk around the marble swimming pool .
he saw one of the them lying on her stomach and another woman rubbing her back and the full flabby buttocks , he saw another lady sat squat , she was preoccupied with her body massage with soap .
And felt pretty girl sitting on the side walk marble has shown her feets inside the bathtub , it seems to have just escalated from bathtub , her body skin has red wine colour , as well as her upright breasts defy the domes , the long black hair go on her back and covered her buttocks .
He cannot control himself or his hot feelings , he found himself enchanted by this beauty , he found himself moving forward by all his entity ,wants to see her close , touching ,
Enchanted , Does it make foot slipped ??
Some women screamed in fear : Adam , Adam .
Some hisitation got housing , catch him .
Adam stand up from the collapse , but he was surrounded by breasts and thighs , from all directions , kisses by lips , and trampled by feet , tore his clothes while dancing to him as king Haroon Al Rashed , and then , utterly they through him inside the boiler of the bathtub .
shouted and shouted , no one heared his cries , his cries melted inside the steam
He heared steps comming through the corridor , moved far slightly from the curtain .
Raised his voice : Mom of Essam El Banhawy , no body here in this house ??
Hastened steps , and a woman came saying : it is not a house , it is abathroom .
He replied by dignity way : house or bathroom , is here a person her name Mom Essam El Banhawy ??
She replied : yes iam .
He responded quickly : a registered letter for you can you give your sign please ??
She said : i give fingerprint
He reply : ok give me your finger , and by print ink he marked the finger for fingerprinting and delivered the letter and went out , But still the heat of the bathtub feed the hot desirable feelings rushed inside him
The cort dragged by a poorly donkey stood infront of the Castle post office , The number of passengers does not exceed the fingers of one hand . However .The donkey made supreme effort to drag the cort . The cort was overloaded by ladies with heavy weights .
The postman boarded beside one of them , she saw him loaded with letters so she asked him just to joke : can i found a letter with you from my stupid husband ??
The postman asked ,with smile : is he a traveler ??
She answered laughing : no darling , he escaped and left a dozen of kids and that three fatty ladies and iam the fourth wife .
He asked her while laughing : do you not search in the psychiatric hospital ??
Another woman replied with pride : We were professionals and he was living as the king Haroon El Rashid in the timing .
The cart penetrate the castle street , he can see in the left side , the mosque of Sultan Hassan , with the large ornate gate , and still he see the Mohamed Aly castle rises with proud .
The postman dropped near by Chamachergi street , and began his tour in the distripution of the letters , up to he reached Al Darb El A hmar street , then Tebana street , yes theres is 19 Tebana street on the corner of Al Room way .
There is a letter , he talked to himself : this is the 1st time i enters this place .
He knows that it is a public women's bathroom .
He entered to a long corridor and veered left to another corridor with virtually no lighting except smale window at the top of the corridor .
He raised his voice by announce : Mom of Essam El Banhawy ,and no one replied .
He moved to another corridor , leads to a wide square hall , half of it occupied by a bench half meter above the ground , and kept on it all the external and internal women's clothes , and the hall door just a lounge curtain made from very dark brown Krypton .
He look around , did not find one , but up to his hearing the women gossip behind the curtain .
He looks behind through the corridor , and concentrate his hearing , so no body was comming .
Rushed inside him the desire to see what behind the curtain .
progress slowly , and pushed part of the curtain to give him the vision .
That was a carnaval of naked women , inside the very broad municipal bathroom , which mediates by a round watering swimming pool rises from the ground by about a quarter meter , surrounded by marble in the depth of two meters , filled by hot water ,and in center of that swimming pool there is a boiling kettle in high position , and the boiling water creep from special taps to give the required water temperature to the swimming pool .
Steam was filling the place , and give the hot feelings too.
He saw the naked women some of them inside the pool swimming , or taking a hot bath , and some of them on the side walk around the marble swimming pool .
he saw one of the them lying on her stomach and another woman rubbing her back and the full flabby buttocks , he saw another lady sat squat , she was preoccupied with her body massage with soap .
And felt pretty girl sitting on the side walk marble has shown her feets inside the bathtub , it seems to have just escalated from bathtub , her body skin has red wine colour , as well as her upright breasts defy the domes , the long black hair go on her back and covered her buttocks .
He cannot control himself or his hot feelings , he found himself enchanted by this beauty , he found himself moving forward by all his entity ,wants to see her close , touching ,
Enchanted , Does it make foot slipped ??
Some women screamed in fear : Adam , Adam .
Some hisitation got housing , catch him .
Adam stand up from the collapse , but he was surrounded by breasts and thighs , from all directions , kisses by lips , and trampled by feet , tore his clothes while dancing to him as king Haroon Al Rashed , and then , utterly they through him inside the boiler of the bathtub .
shouted and shouted , no one heared his cries , his cries melted inside the steam
He heared steps comming through the corridor , moved far slightly from the curtain .
Raised his voice : Mom of Essam El Banhawy , no body here in this house ??
Hastened steps , and a woman came saying : it is not a house , it is abathroom .
He replied by dignity way : house or bathroom , is here a person her name Mom Essam El Banhawy ??
She replied : yes iam .
He responded quickly : a registered letter for you can you give your sign please ??
She said : i give fingerprint
He reply : ok give me your finger , and by print ink he marked the finger for fingerprinting and delivered the letter and went out , But still the heat of the bathtub feed the hot desirable feelings rushed inside him
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