Nastya sobbed and took my hand.

- So strange ... I am so grateful to you! I see you for the first time ... or I think I saw you somewhere? ... - and you understand me ... I feel - you understand me. And my husband ... He wants to put me in a mental hospital. He ... he ...

And Nastya again burst into tears. I could not stand it - he embraced her, pressed this touching creature to himself, - Nastya tensed for the first few seconds, but then gave in to her, went limp - and buried her face in my chest, pressing more tightly into me. Her sobs shook.

I stroked her shoulders, on her back, on her soft silky hair, burning with pity and not believing my happiness ...

***

We are very friendly with Nastya. I was never acquainted with her husband, fortunately for him and for me: I think our world would not end with the world, and we would both have a lot of problems. Nastya trusted me as a brother, and I went crazy with this amazing gullibility, clean and reckless: Nastya put her hands and head on my shoulders, pressed against me, hugged me, and all this - with sheer confidence in the purity of my intentions, in my decency ... Nastya was naive, like a village child, and, moreover, quite stupid, cultured, educated; she knew by heart entire collections of poems, wept for joy while listening to music, and flourished with every compliment, like a poppy. My torments entered a new stage: Nastya was so pure that it was disgusting to think about her seduction. It was strange to think that this unsuspecting girl was a mature woman, three years older than me, that many at her age had already become old bruises ...

Meanwhile, her husband cheated on her as before. He tried to keep her in a madhouse, but I tried to get Nastya the "right" doctor for the examination, while he remained in the shadows, and Nastya was recognized as normal. Gregory was clearly not going to dwell on this - but, at least, we had some kind of respite.

I thought that I was forever doomed to suffer from unrequited (or rather, divided by half) love - when the new case turned again into a different direction.

Once at work, I heard Tonka, our secretary, chatting with some guy. Tonka was the usual painted detached, what a dime a dozen, and I would not pay attention to her gentleman, if she had not called him Grisha. Intrigued, I looked out and saw a glossy "new Russian" in a jacket, rings, chains and cufflinks. I, as they say, “sensed with gut” that this is Nastin's husband. So Tonka is another fuck. What are they cooing about? I quickly took out my mobile phone with a sensitive microphone - and put it in the door slot ...

And for good reason. Very soon, I heard something like the following:

- How much will this bitch hang on your neck?

- Not for long. A few drops of tea ...

- What are you, fucked?

- Yes, no, normalek, do not worry, just flies in my head will start ... We will certify, send for treatment, and ...

I, trying not to notice me, went sideways to the stairs - and rushed home at full speed, typing Nastya on the run.

... She reacted as I was afraid: after listening to the recording to the end, she sat, turning pale as a dummy, did not cry, did not lament; she only swallowed convulsively - and suddenly fell off her seat and ran out.

I ran after her, but did not have time to catch up with her: she disappeared. Dived into the car or the bus ...

To say that I was worried about her is to say nothing. I did not know what she could do; I did not know if the psychotropic drug started acting on her ... I was afraid that she would lay hands on herself. I ran to her house, spitting on everything - but she was not at home. It's good that Gregory was not there either ... I wandered around the city, went into that same square ... finally, realizing that I had better be at home and wait for her, I went home.

And in half an hour - the doorbell rings! I jumped, opened - and could not resist a scream. It was Nastya, but - God, in what form! I did not immediately recognize her. She was very drunk - I was afraid that the drug was acting on her, but then I heard the smell of brandy - and most importantly, she was bald! She shaved her head well! Her beautiful blond strands, fluffy, silk, was no more. Instead, a pink bald skull ...

She smiled sarcastically, looking at me.

- What, beautiful, right? - she pointed to her head. - And I to visit you. You dont mind?

She staggered and barely spoke.

- Nastya! What ... what did you do? What's the matter? - I shouted in horror.

- You can login? Or here, uh ... we will be on the street? BUT?

Having shaved, Nastya became a pink freak like a cartoon pupsik; At the same time, something impossibly touching, childish and pitiful appeared in her - I almost roared, looking at her, and keenly, more than ever, I felt how I love her, I adore to madness - even so bald and drunk. ..

She came to me, still flaunting:

- Or maybe you are me ... fuck? BUT? Or can only Grisha sleep with someone he likes? I, too ... I ...

But I could not stand it - he hugged her, hugged her, stroked and said:

- Nastya, honey ... well, why are you so? But why? What for?

Then Nastya burst into tears, huddled in hysterics - and for a long, long time I soothed, stroked her, kissed her face, ears and bald head, which I immediately fell in love with; He took off her outerwear, took off his blouse, a T-shirt, under which there was no bra, and began to stroke Nastya on the bare back, neck and shoulders, knowing how it soothes.

Nastya succumbed to undressing completely meekly - so she was drunk; I could not resist the temptation to touch her breasts, which I saw for the first time in my life - they were so wonderful, so lush, sweet, plump that I just burst sitting on the couch and stroking Nastya on my bare back ...

It cost me nothing now to fuck her - she was so drunk that she would remember nothing; but I couldn't do it. I convinced myself that I had exposed Nastya only for a soothing massage - and put all my soul into it. Little by little she calmed down, relaxed, burrowing into me like a child, deeper and deeper ... finally - she stopped sobbing, breathed evenly, calmly - and I realized that she was asleep.

Nastya was sleeping on me, sitting next to me, pressing all the naked torso to me, putting the bald head on my shoulder, - and I stroked and stroked her on the back ... Because I keep this helpless creature on my lap, trustingly buried in me, I stroke him on my bare back, I feel stiff pillows of the breasts pressed into my chest, I caress and calm him - I felt good as never before. Her baldness began to seem insanely sexy and exciting to me; hugging Nastya and continuing to stroke her, I took the other hand with my dick, who reared up the trousers, began to knead this hillock, which was filled with tart sweetness - and after a second flowed with thousands of sweet droplets, pressing my face into Nastino's shoulder, breathing in the smell of her body ...

A few minutes later I fell asleep. I had a dream something very good, warm, intimate; Nastya and I were there, but in what context I didn’t remember.

***

We woke up at the same time. Opening my eyes, I did not see anything: it was night outside. Nastya was still in my arms, flexible, half-naked - and from her closeness, from the fact that she stayed close, I was fine ...

From her breath, I realized that she, too, had awakened; she sighed - and suddenly, realizing that she was sitting on me, started, gasped, jerked ... I hugged her tightly, stroked and said:

- Nast, do not be afraid - it's me, Bear. You are at my house. We just fell asleep with you, and slept through the night.

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