to flower, praised our admiration for three or four species, which seemed to her the most beautiful and the place of which she knew. All the flowers were similar: large, but not too lush, the petals on the tips were bent and far from each other, and those that turned out to be closed.

The most beautiful - again, according to Claire - was a delicate, flesh-colored rose, the beauty of which was thickened towards the middle, where the half-opened petals formed a deep, shady well.

Inside, the color was still red. We have already examined the roses for some time.

In addition to us in this single ygolka park there was no one. The closest visitors came from about twenty meters away and didn’t look at our side, because they were absorbed in a larger and more interesting flower.

Turning back to two of my girls, I found out that Claire’s attention is now not on the skin color, but on the subject. The last one, as always, with a flushed look, on the edge of the alley, is less than a meter from the flower. I myself was at that moment next to Claire. I looked from the girl in the white dress to the flower, then back to the girl. Near myself I heard Clare's voice:

- Come closer.

It was said in a calm tone of apprehension, which knows only subordination and is not in a hurry. And yet the voice seemed to me to have changed: deeper and more excited than when it was just to show us a pack or compare the advantages of different prices.

Little Ann did not ask to explain what was required of her. After an imperceptible hesitation, she looked at us, who stood like a shield between each other and the busiest places of the park. Claire repeats:

- hy, come on, come on! Faster!

The small legs took a step forward, and the slender high-heeled shoes naked in the soft earth of the bed. Only now I turned my attention to how thin her ankles were. All the little that was visible except for them, too, impressed with elegance.

“Get at her,” Clare said.

Anne proclaimed the right pyky to the half-opened heart of the flower. She carefully pressed her fingertips to the top edge of the petals not closed to the end, almost without touching the soft, blooming flesh of the flower. Several times she ran her fingers around the interior. Then she gently opened the petals and again closed her five fingertips. Opening and closing in this way the opening two or three times, she stuck in her middle finger, so that he disappeared into a flower. Then she very slowly stretched out her finger back ... to smash him right up to the bottom.

- She has beautiful eyes, isn't it? - Clare said. I agreed. Ryka y girls really was very beautiful - white, thin, light, dexterous and verified in movements.

Claire now again expressed the same defiant, angry tone, as the previous evening in a cafe. With some condescension, she indicated to the girl, who had continued to touch rose.

- You should know that she likes it. Thereby she pays off herself. If you want, we can get a confirmation. It becomes wet. Isn’t it, my friend? There was no answer.

“Now that's enough,” Clare said. - Break it down and carry it here.

Anne otdnylla pyky. After that, she remained standing, holding her hands along the body and not moving. I turned in the direction of the place where the garden path along which we had walked took its origin from the main alley; there was nobody there, and nobody paid attention to us. Claire said more:

- Hy, what are you waiting for?

- I do not dare, - said the girl. - This is forbidden. Her words were barely audible, so unbelievably she pronounced them. Claire sent me a smile, giving me witness to the insight of her daughter:

- Of course, it is forbidden ... Like trampling flowers ... and generally speaking flowers! This is written when entering the park.

However, she added in a softer voice to encourage the girl:

- You also know perfectly well that everything that I like is forbidden.

Anne approached pyky to the hard stem of a flower, squeezed it between her thumb and great finger and easily cracked.After that, she hurriedly backed off and hurried with her trophy, which she held with two fingers, to Clare, as if searching for her escape. Rose, ripped off the stem, now seemed even more beautiful. The form was especially perfect, and the flesh was so beautiful that I wanted to touch it or kick. Clare condescended to praise:

- That's good. After all, you see, it was not at all difficult ... And because I had been pulling for too long, you were punished.

The girl did not protest; she just let down her eyes and set herself off. She was adorable in her dowry. I asked:

- What do you intend to do with it ?, - I don’t know yet ... But you can, do not worry: she will be punished in your testimony.

Little Ann looked up and shook her head. Her gaze, full of fear, clearly called for mercy. But the expression on her face changed, and she said incredibly:

- There is someone coming.

“Well, then we will go further,” Claire replied, and pointed to the opposite end of the alley.

The girl, who we all had hidden from those who were going to us, decidedly turned around, and Claire and I took our places on both sides of her.

We are moving forward. Anne walked in the middle, pinning her to her chest. While the alley in front of us was deserted, no one could identify the girl in theft.

When we passed the flower, Claire turned to the young girlfriend:

- See your footprints?

The prints of two female high-heeled booties were clearly distinguishable on the soft earth.

We continued to progress, only went now faster. Soon, we got to the space, which was located at the end of the curb, which is located completely out of place. Flowers were not here, so we could not be afraid to attract curious glances. Before gardening there were two garden chairs; iron, they nevertheless produced the impression convenient. Claire put on one and said, pointing to the second:

- Sit down, Jean. - And, since I was slow, added: - the girl will stand. She will have to hide the fact that she ykpala.

So, I sat down next to Claire. Ann remained standing in front of us, elegant and straight in her snow-white dress. It still pressed the ripped flower in both directions to the group, the look was dropped into the ground.

Claire and I have been discussing it for a long time. The style of the dress emphasized the hips and the waistline. Decollete in the shape of the boat allowed you to pay attention to the absence of a bra. Or is it just my speculation? Claire repeats:

“Rosy needs to be hidden.”

And how beautifully she would look at the group of girls! She could pin it to the dress and pretend it was so when we entered. To bar the entrance to the garden with a flower no one else came to mind. I nod to the cist tyy on our left:

“She can just throw it away, so no one will find it.”

“Of course, maybe,” replied Claire, as if thinking of something. - But it would be a pity to part with such a wonderful flower. Is not it true, my little?

“Yes ... no ... I don't know," the girl replied. After a second silence, Claire, carefully examining her friends, said:

- Everything is very simple: you hide it on yourself. The girl didn’t seem to understand Claire, because neither the pockets on the dress, nor the yy ones were there. Clare explained:

- Under the dress. - And after this: - Hy-ka see, come here!

Little Anne approached.

“Raise the hem,” Clare said.

At the same time, she picked up a rose. Ann huffed and took hold of the edge of the dress, which she witnessed and lifted to the level of her knees.