- Well, you bastard, walk up? Male damn! Look how much dirt you brought down behind you! I did not sleep all night, I thought - where is he, with whom is he ...

She always met him like that. She found in this swearing special pleasure. And in the event that there was nothing to swear on, she accumulated evil words in herself in order to throw them out later with a vengeance.

He did not answer her. Just walked slowly into the room, not turning in her direction, froze at the included TV and waited. I waited for her to cool down and remember that in addition to being dirty, he is also very hungry. This moment always insisted, with all her bitchiness, she was caring with her close ones. Sometimes, even too much, to pedantry.

- Will you be?

Well, why ask when it is clear what will happen? Why ask if he knows that he cannot answer her? It always annoyed him.

And she was always annoyed that he was silent. All his thoughts, desires, mood, she literally had to read from his brown thoughtful eyes. He was from birth, and she knew that he would never hear from him. Never. None But she took it like that. Annoyed and loved.

She was older than him, much older. But, despite the fact that I knew him from birth, I saw him helpless and weak, I never felt maternal feelings for him, I always felt like myself on an equal footing. Now that in her eyes he grew up and turned into an irresistible, handsome, big, strong, she felt protected from the outside world. And there were no sweeter moments for her when he leaned on her with all his beautifully folded body, covering the ceiling and all her senseless life with small and deep cracks.

She was, as they say, not the first time married. Her first man, literally, having torn her off on the muddy stairs of someone else’s entrance, later became the father of her child and her first husband. It did not bring her happiness. Rather the opposite. With him, she experienced all the delights of the life of the wife of a Soviet worker. Returning home late in the evening, actively smelling cheap port wines around him, he, like a beast, pounced on her and raped her. After each such intercourse, she found on herself new bruises, who for a long time did not want to dissolve. And once he broke her arm and two ribs. That, in principle, did not prevent him from receiving another pleasure. She cried and fought hysterically, and he methodically planted his end on her ass. It was in this that he saw complete victory over a woman, and he was never interested in whether she liked such “love”.

And one evening he did not return. Instead, the secretary of the plant’s party organization came and, confused by the testimony, spoke about the heroic death of her husband at work. Whether he saved some pioneer from the blast furnace, or if he was crushed by a hydraulic press during the fulfillment of the socialist task ... Or maybe it all happened at the same time. She did not listen. And did not cry. Only the face became as if stone. I thought that she and Vaska would have nothing to do with now. And he grew weak and was sick all the time. No wonder I thought. A month later, he caught a cold and, despite the soothing conversations of stupid doctors from the district hospital, died. She was left alone. Not for long.

Her beauty was hard not to notice. Many interesting men came to the hairdresser's where she worked in the men's room, and their undressing looks calmed and gave hope. She needed someone again! Trying to please those who looked at her especially, she walked on some simple female tricks. Cuddling closer with her appetizing body to clients wrapped in white sheets; dropped scissors to bend over to show round buttocks; longer than necessary, kept her arms on her brave shoulders; spoke to them in a special, bewitching voice. It almost always worked. Bewitched rabbits neatly trimmed and clean-shaven men fell into her small, but comfortable apartment on the fifth floor to indulge in all conceivable and inconceivable amorous pleasures.In order to be tormented by a late conscience, it is shameful to turn away from the views of suspicious wives and return again for the sweet forbidden fruits.

Yes, now she was loved and needed. Of course, she understood that the feelings that men experienced for her were of a special kind. And it was not love, but passion. But she was given flowers, sometimes gifts — expensive perfumes, earrings, rings. She was cared for, invited to a cafe, once even to a restaurant. They fought for her. And this gave her the right to proudly enter her porch, not paying attention to the hiss of the righteous all-seeing old women sitting on the bench.

Her birthdays were always fun. For her festively laid table, usually all her recent boyfriends were invited. To defuse the situation, she called there and all her girlfriends. The lovers, usually shackled in a sober state, as they were drunk liberated, began to look not only in the direction of the hostess ... Everything ended with a cheerful group action, and sometimes a drunken brawl, and then the police came to calm the guests.

But the years of her immaculate youth passed. Toward thirty years, she began to feel in her subconscious need for family and children. And there was something to think about. No one from her cheerful surroundings was suitable for the role of a spouse. She was not going to destroy other people's families for the sake of her own happiness, and her unmarried boys were frivolous.

Everything was decided by chance. Once the secretary of the party organization went to the hairdresser. We talked. She gave him her phone number, invited him to call, if that. He blushed, but took the paper with the phone. And then, three days later, he came without a bell. In the evening, with flowers. And when he left in the morning, she already knew what to do.

Two months later they were married. She wanted everything to be just like that of people - black Volga at the registry office with beautiful ribbons and rings, a noisy table and a white elegant dress. He insisted on his own - and they quietly sat with his mom together in a small cafe opposite the regional committee.

At first, she even liked the new life — quiet, calm, and poor. When old friends suddenly appeared on the threshold, she was provoking them out. The first two years she tried to be an honest married woman. But with the children something did not work. Either her husband was not like that, or she herself finally responded to her merry past. There was no time to think, I wanted to know for sure. And so, when Vitalik, her oldest and most loyal friend, called again, she did not send him to hell. My husband went to some courses in Moscow, but she wanted a long-forgotten rough male love.

He understood everything from the threshold as soon as he saw her shameless, eager eyes. Throwing a bottle of Bulgarian wine on the carpet on the occasion and hastily throwing off her coat, he pressed it against the wall of a narrow corridor, eagerly absorbing her sweet lips, helping her with both hands to get rid of such unnecessary clothes now. She did not resist his impetuous movements. Quickly missing an introduction, the lovers collapsed on the carpet, weaving their hands and feet into unimaginable knots. And a minute later, at first, she and then he shuddered in the inevitable sweet convulsions of an orgasm. Then they opened a bottle of red like blood and wine and, sitting on the floor there, they drank, ate, listened to beautiful music. Sang Anna Herman.

She looked at him and thought ... well, why such a beautiful, such a gentle guy and not her? Why does he have an unloved wife and three children? Why does she have an unloved husband? Can it not be all the way you want, and not how it develops?

And again she kissed his lips. And again he entered it with swift movements. She wanted him to remember for a long time their meeting, maybe their last meeting. She kissed and licked his busy spicy organ, played with funny rolling eggs, twirled her fingers ...