(excerpt from the story "The Golden Shamrock")

... The shower with five square cabins was one for all. On all two-room hostel. The male and female population washed here alternately, every other day. Monday was considered a sanitary day: the door of the “purgatory” was guarded by a phlegmatic padlock. This sanitary measures and limited. "Men's" (Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday) and "Women's" (Wednesday, Friday, Sunday) days were officially marked with a sign - - red letters under the misted glass confirmed the many-year stability of the schedule.

They told how once a short-sighted boy went to wash, after removing his glasses. There was nobody in the dressing room, only clothes were hanging. The boy shustrenko threw everything off himself, and taking the soap with a washcloth, he shuffled off to look for a free booth. In a dense pair of washables, heterogeneity of their sex composition was not immediately discovered ...

True, I do not really believe such tales. In densely populated times, to which the birth of this bike relates, on the “women's" days there was a queue before the shower. In terms of girl hygiene people are obsessed. It even happened that they would not pick up a moment on their own day, when the shower was empty for a minute, - and they immediately captured it, exposing pickets outside. And try to do something - with one screech from their feet they will pile ...

Now in the shower was deserted. And, as always, slovenly: unowned dirty sock on a hanger, puddles in the hollows of the gray concrete floor, a muddy remnant on the bench. Condensed vapor gave the glossiness of the spotted surface of the walls and hung menacingly over the head with big gloomy drops. The stunted rays of the sun barely penetrated through the stained glass of a window that looked like an ancient loophole.

I chose the most comfortable booth, where the water from the sprinkler mostly flows from the top down, and not scatters fireworks in all directions. Wet coolness gradually washed away the sticky remnants of bad dreams and added vigor. What a grace after all - thoughtlessly dissolve into the stream of artificial rain!

Then I realized that the soap box remained in the dressing room. And just the time has come to lather your neck and other parts of your body. Had to be dragged by the soap. As soon as I found myself in the "waiting room", the nasty creaking of the door, swollen with eternal dampness, solemnly proclaimed: the door opens! Out of the corner of my eye, I noted a figure that appeared in the opening, but I didn’t care which of the guys deigned to accompany me. I fished a slippery soap dish from the bottom of a plastic bag, fleeing me into the erratic folds of a terry towel.

However, the figure for some reason did not pass on, and for several seconds stood silently and motionless. Then, to hush up the awkwardness, she said in surprise:

- - Oh, Roma, is today your day?

The voice certainly belonged to Lily. I turned to her and answered with no less surprise:

- - Well yes. Tuesday is ...

““ Exactly, it's Tuesday, ”Lily repeated thoughtfully. There were notes of confusion and overtones of tension in her voice. She did not leave, frozen in the doorway, like her own portrait in a shabby frame. She was clearly retained not by my natural appearance, since she had seen and felt me ​​in the immediate vicinity (I had already penetrated into her to a depth of six inches given by nature). There was something else.

- - There is nobody there? - - Lily asked, nodding at the passage to the shower stalls.

- - Not.

Then she quickly entered, slid the latch on the door, for faithfulness she pulled the handle, and then hastily marched into the washing section.

For a few seconds I tried to guess the motive of her behavior, but, convinced of the futility of this undertaking, I followed Lily. And he saw a curious picture. Standing on all fours, Lily carefully examined the drain grid.The enticing protuberances of the back of her figure were the pinnacle of the entire pictorial composition.

- - Wow! - - I was puzzled. - - Are you a plumber ... that is, plumbing signed up? Did you decide to work?

- - Do you understand, Roma, - Lily explained in a very serious tone, without raising her eyes, - - yesterday I dropped my ... my pendant somewhere. Perhaps here.

She did not catch the obvious irony of my question. Not at all caught. Although to any kind of teasing above themselves is usually very sensitive. So it really was important for her.

- - Probably, dear thing?

- - Gold plated.

“These women are strange creatures! - - I wanted to say, but he restrained himself in time and only silently thought. - - Wash themselves in gold jewelry. Is separation from trinkets unbearable even for half an hour? ”

Lily's pose was too expressive. She ruled out any possibility of leaving me an impartial observer. Through the tightly stretched fabric of the dressing gown, rounded halves emerged in relief, which irresistibly attracted my view. They pulled, as if these halves were two poles of a powerful magnet. It seemed that they are asking for the will ...

I wrapped the robe on Lilina's back and felt a new surge of enthusiasm. My front parameters have increased to the maximum. Still, whatever they say, the main erotic weapon for women is not their eyes ...

Lifting Lily from her knees, I hugged her and began to cover her face, neck and shoulders with solid kisses. She did not resist the aggression of my caresses. Only in a reflective way, as if suddenly it was cold, she covered her chest with her arms crossed when I took off her robe. Then I gently pushed Lily to the booth where the water was rustling, breaking out of the steel sprinkler and crushing into the smallest particles on the concrete floor. Warm sharp streams covered us headlong.

I superficially ran my hands over the curves and depressions of her body, as if making sure everything was in place. And then, supporting Lily, he offered her to rest her back on one wall of the booth, and her heels - on the opposite. He himself, without taking off his hands (which carried a part of the load on him) from her rear hemispheres, turned out to be between spread legs. And the exact hit attacked the cherished goal. Lily hovered above the floor and, perhaps, would have imagined herself to be a floating bird if it were not for the specific feeling of being impaled on an inflexible base. The indifferent jets, vyzhurchevyvayas from above, filled her open mouth with water and flowed down in a continuous stream - on tanned shoulders, on a pale, resiliently trembling chest, on a neat dark-haired haircut under the abdomen.

At the final phase of the process, a shower knocked on the shower door. After a short pause, the knocks repeated, becoming longer and more impatient. I slightly accelerated the pace, trying to get into the beat of annoying rhythms of knocking. The last push was so frenzied that Lily let out a pitiful moan and slammed her mouth. At the same time a fountain of hot water splashed into my face. Something similar happened and lower - - but from me. And accompanied by a rainbow-intolerable pleasantness.

After a few seconds I went limp, we got out from under the water eruption and hastily began to give ourselves the appearance of decency. Finally, the latch, reeling under a hail of ram attacks, was clicked off. On the threshold, a strange subject turned red from indignation. In our hostel, he just did not live. But I once already saw this physiomorphia somewhere, these black mustaches, dimpled into two independent parts under the nose (and in the dimple, the vegetation didn’t essentially bush out) ... Actually, the exterior is unremarkable - - strong build, short hair, height the middle one, - - but for some reason it was printed on the back of my memory. The mustache gazed at us so angrily that I felt uncomfortable for a moment. As if it was I who was now impolitely dug into the closed door, and not this brazen type. I was not quite ready to fight - a towel, unreliably wrapped around the waist, made up my entire costume. But on a worthy repulse to the enemy, in which case, already tuned.

Lily, meanwhile, hastily flushed past the troublemaker and disappeared from sight. Mustache once again examined me with a contemptuous look, which, probably, a connoisseur of art appreciates the most unfortunate museum piece, hemmed, scratched his fist, silently turned and left. Honestly, I was dumbfounded. Was it worth breaking into the shower if washing was not at all part of his intentions? Who is this pig who nearly spoiled the best of my pleasures for me ?! "Well, you will meet me in a more suitable setting, - I was boiling, - - we are talking ..."

The blissful mood, with such difficulties, which appeared after the nightly nervousness, was rudely crushed by someone's idiotic whim. In a very bad mood, I lunatically wandered around. I didn’t go to my favorite booth, but to the first one. He unscrewed the taps, adjusted the temperature of the water. Substituting the jets that one shoulder, then the other, I stepped on some small object like a pebble. “Are they ever cleaned here or not?” - - With hatred for all the inconveniences of the world, I thought. - - Bastards! Constantly all the rubbish under your feet rolls ... "

I continued to rotate around my axis in annoyance, like a holiday Christmas tree with a motor. And, probably, even glowed from the heat of negative emotions. The nasty pebble fell under my foot again. “Ugh, damn it!” I stooped to throw him away. And suddenly...

On my palm lay a cat. Without much beauty, however elegant, made with good taste. Earring in the shape of a trefoil. Yellow and weighty. "Gold? It can not be! ”He brought it up to the very eyes, looked closer. On the inside of the bow there was a seal of the sample. "Wow! And really golden! ”

But at that moment I was not up to gold and not to the finds ...