The sea was quietly rustling with pebbles, the waves slowly, as if reluctantly, ran to the shore and also reluctantly rolled back. The dark coast gleamed with bright lights of restaurants and cafes, loud music did not let you sleep until the early morning hours. The beach season was in full swing. Vacationers had fun, littered with money in a drunken stupor, drunk burst out short, non-binding resort novels. Everything was as usual from year to year. Alka wearily sat on a chair near the entrance to the restaurant. She lived here, and every season was arranged in this restaurant as a waitress. I never missed work days, putting all the tips in a jug, knowing that she would work out over the summer, and she will live until next season. By the middle of the night, songs, music, drunken and half-drunk vacationers began to calm down in their removable dwellings, leaving behind rubbish, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and something like that, so Alka constantly wanted to clean up. She sighed, said good-bye to her until the evening and walked along the edge of the sea, taking off her sandals, walking with bare feet into the cool water.

Alka lived with her grandmother, her parents divorced and everyone created their own family, but she did not want to go to anyone, therefore she became independent herself early and learned to earn money too early. She walked along the rocks, anticipating rest. Suddenly a quiet rustle and someone's whisper made her stop and lie low under the shadow of the rocks. Two silhouettes dragged the third, realizing that she had witnessed something, and as we know, witnesses did not live long, she decided not to give out her presence in anything. These two were busy for a long time, dragging stones, quietly swearing, sometimes sitting down on boulders and throwing phrases irritably and evil. Then they went up to the pier and, with a little rustling of the soles of their shoes, left. Alka decided to quickly slip through this section, she did not dare go up to the pier and decided to go out on the other side. A faint moan made her shudder, she froze in horror, and then rushed to run. Almost reaching the house, she went out of breath with a quick step. But the thought that someone there, under stones, groans in pain, did not give her peace of mind. After hesitating, she turned decisively and ran back. It was slowly getting light, she hurried to the sun to return to those rocks. She approached them and froze in fear, listening to the sounds. It was quiet ... only the sound of the surf ... She stood, listened, turned around and went to the house. The day passed as usual, then again the evening, orders, trays, dishes, sticking men, greasy jokes, tips, droning legs from work. She spent the whole day as if on an automatic machine, constantly thinking about who stayed there, among the rocks ... under the stones. Unable to stand, she finished early and moved again to the same place, cursing herself for yesterday's indecision and fear.

In the city celebrated some kind of holiday and the cliff coast lit flashes of fireworks. She went to a pile of stones, which, it turns out, laid either a passage in the rocks, or the entrance to the cave. Hurriedly, afraid of changing her mind, she threw them back, set them aside, clearing the passage. Suddenly, in the salute flashes, she saw a face swollen from the beatings. Holding her mouth with her hand so as not to scream, fearing and worrying, she threw back the last stones and made her way to the body. By the face it was impossible to understand who it is, by clothes like a guy. Torn clothes in the blood, swollen face in bruises, bruises. Alka sat down and put her ear to her chest, a weak heartbeat, barely audible, delighted her. What's next? Ambulance? Police? She was afraid that those who did this would come to her. She remembered that grandma had a wheelchair in her barn from her grandfather. Without hesitation, she reached the house and returned with him. With difficulty she sat down a heavy body, she pushed, dragged the chair over the stones upwards, for the first time thanks to God for the illness of her grandfather, who had spent the last 10 years in this chair.

Grandma did not ask anything, silently brought a basin of water and drove Alka out of the room. When she called her back, the boy was stripped, cleaned of blood, some herbs lay on his wounds, his expression was peaceful, he was asleep, his breathing was audible and not intermittent, but calm and even. “Grandma, I don’t know who he is ... I accidentally found him,” Alka, for some reason, whispered without tearing her eyes off his face. “You, the main thing, do not tell anyone,” the grandmother paused and added, “they will ask,” say a relative, climbed up the rocks and crashed. ”
Alka now spent all her free time near the young guy, talking to him, peering into her face with hope, her eyelashes suddenly trembled and her eyes would open. The grandmother threw her out, changed the bandages and washed his body every day. Alka was curious about her, so eager to look at him. Once she returned from work, and her grandmother went to the market to buy vegetables for the table. Alka gently sat on the edge of the bed, ran her finger along the guy's cheek, then along the neck, slightly hooked the blanket and began to open it slowly. She liked how her body slowly opened, her shoulders protruded, her hairy chest, she froze and slowly continued to open the pumped belly, that pubis with dark curled hair appeared, she froze for a moment ... then she confidently threw back the blanket and froze in stunned eyes without looking away from the member who stood.

She was not a girlfriend, but so close, accessible to gazing, to touch as you want and in that place where it is curious ... she didn’t have such an opportunity, the guys didn’t show much, and she was too shy to ask for a closer look. Therefore, now she eagerly looked at him, slightly turning her hands, touching the testicles, pulling the skin and letting go, looked at the hole on the head, from which a long, viscous drop appeared. She looked up at the guy's face and shuddered: he was watching her smiling. “I AM THIS ... THE MOST ... she murmured, looking off embarrassedly and quickly covering him with a blanket.

He looked around the room, frowned slightly and looked surprised at Alca. She was embarrassed, paused a little and asked: “What is your name?” The guy was silent for a long time, it was clear from the face that he was trying to remember honestly and looked again at the girl in surprise: “I don’t know ...”. Alka thought for a while and suggested: “And you will be Ivan while you are? Grand-nephew in the line of granny.” He said the name out loud, listened, smiled and shook his head in the affirmative. Then she threw the blanket back and lowered her legs to the floor ... Alka tried not to look on his body, which for some reason bothered her ... He tried to get up, but his legs seemed to break and he fell to his knees on the floor, or rather four points. Alka was confused and looked at him helplessly. He looked up at her blue eyes, they laughed ... "Here lounged here in front of the girl ...", With difficulty about pirating about the edge of the bed, he began to climb ... The fallen cock was not even in this state small. Ivan sat on the bed and recovering his breath, considered Alka, who never moved. He grinned: “Well, enough already to consider me! Then we will get to know each other closer!” Alka finally became embarrassed and flew out of the room red and disheveled.

Grandma just returned from the market and found out that he came to himself, hurried to his room. Then I rushed to the other one, took out my grandfather's things and went to the guy. A long time passed before they left the room. He walked, leaning on his grandmother's shoulder. “Take him to the bathroom,” the grandmother asked and hurried to the kitchen. Ivan leaned heavily on the girl's shoulder, it was evident how he was given each step with difficulty, beads of sweat rolled down his face, but he joked with Alka and slowly moved towards his goal. He went to the toilet and Alka, who did not expect such a thing from herself, clung to the crack, trying to look at something there. Eyes quickly got used to the twilight, she saw him take out his penis, after a moment the jet hit down, and Alka started and suddenly started for herself, putting her hand into her panties, she stroked her lips, which seemed to move apart from her movements,she stroked her pearl with her finger, but before she could even enjoy these caresses, the door swung open and Ivan stepped out. “I’d have to go to the bathhouse,” he asked, still smiling.