Today is the day

Isabel looked alternately at the wine-glass in front of her and from the living room window of the neat apartment in Berlin-Mitte, where she was a guest that evening. Her fearful gaze, presumably like that of billions of other men, fell on the evening sky and the glittering ball with the long, iridescent sparkling tail, the extent of which became increasingly menacing. For years, the astronomers had searched the Earth’s outer space for dangerous asteroids, but then, from a still far distant region of the solar system, this massive rock and ice blast broke up, ending its million-year journey through space on the earth and with it A global disaster of unimaginable proportions.

Since this cosmic object had been discovered far too late, there was no way to dissuade it from its disastrous course, and the conclusion that this thing humanity had caught like the proverbial flash of shit was no exaggeration.

The comet, named after its American discoverers “Hall-Lewis 1”, had long since surpassed the moon, and even before the next dawn, this monster would hit the earth and literally crush the world that Isabel knew. Probably the largest service area was Berlin. Nevertheless, Isa had remained in her hometown.

The young student, with only 22 years of age, would not die yet, but she would not want to be vegetated in a world that would turn the comet into a desolate, hostile desert in a few hodayours.

Isabel did not have any illusions: grown up in prosperity and pampered by the comforts of modern life in the high-tech nation of Germany, she made certain demands on life, and the world would certainly no longer suffice after the impending “deep impact”.

If Isa was a happy and life-loving girl, she also thought economically, as a student of economics, and considered life a business that hardly covered her immense costs anyway. This was all the more true for the naked survival on an earth in which there were no more practical things like the car, the telephone, the Internet, a reasonable medical care and the one or the other nice stroll through the department stores of Berlin . Isa, no longer wanting to live a miserable, miserable existence, envied the dead of the inexorably approaching apocalypse about their comparatively merciful lot. She clearly preferred to remain in the epicenter of the catastrophe, where she would evaporate at least as soon as the deathly stroke from space hit the earth.

“Oh, sweetie, do not look out there!” Interrupted the warm, gentle voice of her male counterpart, Isa’s gloomy thoughts. “It only makes you sad – and by the way, too!”

The mild blame came from Harald Krausnick, a professor of economics at the University of Applied Sciences in Berlin and Isabel’s tutor. The strong, bald-headed mid-fifties was by no means the man whose sight at once gave a young panty to young women, but for Isabel the latter had developed into a sort of academic sugar-dad who, despite his brilliant intellect, , From the rather small and educational distance from his favorite student, devoted so much attention to the fact that he was almost on the verge of legality. In addition, he was spending money regularly when the few toads Bafög and the narrow merit as office assistant in his secretariat were once again not in front and behind, and at the end of their money there was still too much month left.

Isabel knew that the lonely, professor, who had been widowed for years, had adored her and had certainly dreamed of bouncing with her for a long time, but so far Krausnick had not yet dared to make her definite offers. Isa would have had no objection to this: surely her tutor was anything but an Adonis, but she had already heard of more than one girlfriend, what wonderful lovers could be more mature men. Not last of all, Isabel spontaneously decided to spend the last night of her young life and the whole world at Harald.

When she had called him, he spontaneously offered to take her home from home, because in these pre-apocalyptic days, it was not quite safe for a young girl like Isa to walk through the streets of what was now quite a manless Berlin to move. Despite the mass exodus of the past few weeks, a lot of bad people were bustling out there, and public transport had not been going on for quite a while. For a time, drunken hordes, who were not only recruited from youths, but members of all age groups, plundered and rattled through the almost empty streets.

To all this, many militant rulers of every kind, who appealed to the people to “repent,” still lingered on many street corners. But what the hell? Isabel wondered. If, for the sake of understandable reasons, Isa, like the largely overwhelming majority of the mid-Europeans who had been half-educated at the time, did not believe, the god to whom the Christian and Muslim fanatics had soared had the Whole earthly muck, including man with all his weaknesses and mistakes, but himself as created as he once was. Perhaps the old Zausel Zebaoth would have taken a little more time for his work of creation than the biblical seven days! This was Isa’s firm conviction, but she did not engage in any theological discussion. Why would she have to put more stress at the end of the day than absolutely necessary?

It was only during the last two days that a ghostly silence had spread over the city. The simple fact that the modern world, and possibly the whole of mankind, had struck the last hour, seemed to compel respect even to the rudest and most violent individuals; indeed, even the worst religious zealots were silenced. A certain amount of caution, however, was still required.

“Oh, Harald!” Sighed Isabel heavily. “Would it be perfectly cold for us to die on this night, and billions of others would be destroyed with us, that all we knew and loved, but also that which we hated, and which we hated, will no longer exist tomorrow? Wonder how you can remain so quiet in this situation! “

“But Isa, of course, that’s not going to happen without me!” Replied Harald, sipping his glass of Chianti. “But what good will it be if I spend my last hours of blushing?” I prefer to enjoy the short time I still have: with a good glass of wine and in the company of a beautiful woman! You are indeed the most beautiful girl I have ever seen! “

As soon as the last sentence was over his lips, Krausnick suddenly became crimson. It was already fantastic: this staunch man, with the messy, analytical mind that Isa had admired from the very first moment of her acquaintance, blushed like a puberty teenager because he had dared to be a young woman who would have liked to be his daughter Can make a harmless compliment.

Isa was much less reserved in such matters, and she did not want to miss a minute more than she could have spent in Harald’s strong arms, in the face of the now extremely dreary and hopeless situation.

“You want to fuck me, right?” “I’m sure you wanted to fuck me at our first meeting.” “I’m sure you’d like to fuck me at our first meeting.” “Yes,” said Isabel, with a smile on his face. ” And with tears in her eyes, she added, “Why did not you just ask me, you nine-time deaf?” And why, “a short sobbing interrupted the young woman’s monologue,” I was just so stupid, not even the initiative “How many wonderful hours we could have spent together, how many splendidly horny numbers we have forever failed to push just because we were too cowardly to confess our feelings to one another!”

“Harald,” said Harald, “I’m not a man,” he said Little Harry, who, at the tender age of thirteen, first saw how much fun a boy could have had between his legs, with the small body previously used only to pee, rubbing the leathery foreskin over the top Until it was powerful and wondrous.

“Of course I like you, my big one!” Isabel replied with a promising smile. “Let’s go to your bedroom, I’ll show you how much, we’ve been taking too much time!”

“But no!” Replied Harald gently. “We still have time in the world, and even if that is not much more, our last hours will at least be the most beautiful!”

And they were indeed!

When Harald had departed from his conservative wardrobe, Isa found herself stunned. Under the serious gray suit, a muscular, almost athletic body appeared despite a slight abdomen. She was particularly fascinated, however, by the impressive muscle between the thighs of her professor, who was not very long, but she was thick, bouncing and sticky between Harald’s legs.

Harald could not resist a slight, admiring sigh as Isabel slowly and lasciviously slipped out of her light clothes and gave him an almost breathtaking body. Hitherto her pretty face, framed by long, chestnut-brown hair, had been the only thing she had ever seen unseen. But the sight of this disgusting portrait with the big, gray-eyed eyes, the delicate, straight nose, and the pretty, pinkish-painted kiss-mouth, had completely ruled Harald unhappily in the spell of this young thing two years ago, For the time being, all the gloomy thoughts about the approaching end of the world!