Andolini had spent an incredible week in Marrakech, but despite the beauty of the city, he had missed something essential to his well-being: daily sexual activity. That’s why, as soon as he boarded the plane back to Lyon, he started to imagine the worst things he could do to recover from this abstinence. By the time he arrived at Lyon’s Saint-Exupéry airport, Andolini was full. He couldn’t wait to get home and empty himself properly, he was even ready to masturbate if he had to.

Andolini finally arrived in Lyon at his home when, at the moment of taking the elevator, he crossed the small Breton of . Andolini couldn’t hold back for a second and pushed the little Breton back into the elevator with him, whispering discreetly in his ear: “My friend, you can’t miss this opportunity… a week’s worth of juice in stock.

The little Breton, a little surprised by the sudden effervescence of Andolini, had been a little unsettled. But the call of the juice was stronger than anything.