Finally, everything was left behind: a Puritan father, a strict devout mother, an irritable elder brother forever "under the fly" ... And these endless, painfully dear fields, muddy from the autumn rains, broken-down dirt roads, dull gray farms with melancholy lowing cows . Only an oak grove on the bank of the river, many centuries ago considered to be a sacred and powerful tribal bull Aleph - clumsy, lustful, as if carved out of a single stone boulder, remained in Christine’s consciousness as symbols of primordial beauty.

Now, sitting in a diesel car carrying her towards the capital, for some reason Christina thought of the city as a huge, furious bull, able to crush, crush and therefore, perhaps, especially beautiful and attractive.

She was supposed to go to study. Already several friends and the closest among them - Irma settled in Riga and mainly due to their tireless persuasion and hassle, Christina’s stubborn parents finally retreated.

Every hour Christine was approaching the desired goal. She settled by the window and with cheerful curiosity looked narrowly at the few passengers, feeling for these five minutes to the citizens a warm, kindred feeling.

At the next small station, three fashionably dressed sports guys entered the car noisily. Having searched the carriage with impudent eyes, they went straight to Christina.

- Hello, baby, have not seen each other for a long time! - - one of them declared loudly, landing directly opposite.

- And you prettier! - - remarked another, carelessly patting a bewildered girl on the cheek. - Right at least on the cover of "Playboy"!

Before Christina had time to come to her senses, another one of this trio sat beside her and, putting something in her side, whispered into her ear:

- Just pikni - skiff.

Stunned, Christina nodded submissively, not daring to turn around, afraid to take a breath. What was happening seemed to her somehow a dream, all the more so that the nice guy opposite was smiling at her friendly - just like the hero of a Hollywood action movie.

Still smiling dazzlingly, the filmstar, with a deft movement, lifted up her skirt, revealing light yellow lace panties, through which a thin growth of dark growth appeared quite clearly. For a few seconds, everyone silently admired the picture that had just opened, then the second guy fingered the gum with his finger and jerked with such force that it burst, making a sound that resembled the click of a shepherd's whip. Panties fell off like the sails of a yacht that suddenly found itself in a band of calm.

Christine quietly oyknula and noticed that from the compartment diagonally obscured by an old man in a worn coat. She convulsively knelt her knees, but the strong hands of the guys to the full turned them apart. The old man looked, without stopping, lustfully stretching his neck. Christina realized with horror that the most intimate part of her body is now clearly visible. “No, he will not come to the rescue,” flashed through her mind. - "Himself enjoying the picture."

Immediately she felt strong fingers, unceremoniously burrowing into the tender hair between her legs. “What am I being raped? Yes, even in front of an old man? ”- Christina thought with amazement. “Yes, how does it happen in life?” However, as soon as she made an imprudent move, a sharp object poked her side in pain, reminding of a ruthless reality. If Christina had decided to turn her head, she would have seen that only a tense index finger rested against her side, but she was too scared, and therefore only sighed softly, allowing the guy sitting next to me to first uneasily feel, and then remove her from her bra chest

At this moment, another spectator joined the old man - a girl of Christina’s age alone, fashionably and expensively dressed, obviously urban.Like the old man, she frankly enjoyed what was happening, especially since Christina's helplessness from the side seemed rather shameless, and extremely wide apart, strong, tanned legs were a magnificent sight.

- Well, jerk off! - leaning to the ear, demanded the guy.

- Like this? - barely audible whispered Christina.

- Oh you, chick! - pricked the one that was located opposite. - So, so! - two fingers without unnecessary ceremonies plunged into the velvet mink.

Christine cried softly and arched, but did not dare to reduce her thighs. Fingers slid in depth, increasing pace.

- Dad, can you hunt? - turned the second guy to the old man.

Frightened, he shook his head and turned away.

- No, Dad, so not good! - brazenly grinned guy. - Do not wish for yourself, so pay for the spectacle. And you, citizen! - the guy pulled the jockey cap off his head and, jerking, stretched out towards the audience.

Christine saw them frantically leaving some crumpled pieces of paper in her cap.

“God, what are they doing!” - from shame and humiliation to Christine, tears came to her eyes. About the same she experienced a year ago, when the cattleman Zigurd mastered it almost with force. He leaned on her from behind when she placed silage on the cows, just like Aleph, and then he dumped it on the dirty floor of the barn and trampled under it. She was rushing under him with her skirt lifted almost to her chin, but he still could not enter where it was necessary, because he was drunk as an insole. Oh, God, she would have given herself to him and so, because she liked the coarse, mocking Sigurd, but he, of course, was not going to condescend to such subtleties as courtship or flirting.

When he finally broke through inside, she experienced pain and relief at the same time, then increasing pleasure with every push, but the cowgirls fell into the barn — coarse, simple women; was the last impetus for departure. This was the first experience, and now - this is a humiliating act in front of the audience, a flushed, impudent cowboy's face opposite, selflessly wielding fingers and sweet pain that is born just below the navel, waves spreading down ... Christina arched even steeper and groaned.

Guys are long gone. Having tucked her breasts into her bra, sobbing, entangled in falling panties, Christina went out into the vestibule, followed by the contemptuous look of the fashionably dressed girl. At the central station in Riga, Irma was already waiting for her. To her chest and rushed Christina - red, disheveled, shocked by the experience.

- you what? - Irma was surprised, tearing off the roared face from her shoulder.

- I was ... I was raped!

- How? When?

- Just now, on the train ... Finger!

To Christine’s amazement, the friend laughed loudly, then caught herself, put her hand over her mouth:

- I'm sorry, I am. Very very unusual! How did it happen?

After hearing a detailed report of a friend, Irma coolly noted:

- Consider it lucky: neither to get pregnant, nor get infected ... But at least it was nice?

Kristina suddenly realized that the event, which had so shocked her, to her friend seems to be just a funny road adventure, in addition, not without a piquancy. A half-empty trolley bus rolled along the park and Irma repeatedly returned to the most intimate details of this, as she put it, “ridiculous rape”. She eagerly caught every word of her friend and her eyes glittered excitedly at the same time. “Poor girls,” - flashed through Christina’s head when, for the third or fourth time, she painted Irma on a train adventure in great detail. “Surely they are experiencing something similar when Aleph roaring from lust presses them in front of the rest of the herd!” A strange thing, and this image, and frank, repetitive story, and savoring the details of Irma made her very excited and she no longer looked at what happened as a catastrophe, but as something that anticipates the adult life of the city ahead of her.