Julia Glinkina was the most ordinary girl. She had the most ordinary average height, the most ordinary hair below the shoulders, dark-skinned, girlish, the most ordinary slim figure, packed in the most ordinary jeans and a jacket, the most ordinary face, youthful, with a trick, and on it - the most ordinary straight nose and ordinary gray eyes.

All this, despite the usual, looked quite nice, especially when Julia smiled or looked surprised. And since she constantly did either that or the other (or both), she was often looked at on the street, despite the fact that there was nothing unusual about her, in general, there was no angelic curls, neither the fiery gaze nor the super-duper sexy figures.

With the figure in general, there was trouble: at nineteen, Julia remained a thin, narrow-hipped creature with a chest of the first size. Her chest was her secret pain, and sometimes Julia even cried, trying on the magnificent bust of Stella's girlfriend in her thoughts.

Like all ordinary girls, Julia had dreamed of sex since childhood - and, as soon as the stars were formed, she gave the boy Vita to bare herself first, then lick, and then climb into this pussy with this real living member, carefully shaved by a dad's machine. The stars were formed in an ordinary time - in the ninth grade, when Vitka's father-mother was not at home. As always and at all, in short.

Despite the small boobs, there was no lack of male attention: a surprised smile and gray eyes with cunning acted on the boys, as those same 4% in the "longer" *. Letting in the fourth in a row boyish member, packed in a plump gum, and trying for loyalty to the female fuck with her friend Stella, Yulia said to herself “enough”. Since then, her personal life has plunged into temporary lethargy.

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* Low alcohol drink (approx. AB)

Julia did not shine with any special talents, except for the ability to sincerely laugh when it is ridiculous, and to reflect on the face, as in a mirror, everything that happens around (if, of course, this can be considered a talent). After graduating from ordinary secondary school No. 11, she entered the second wave of an ordinary law university ordinary uni, where she wrote ordinary cursors and received ordinary threes and fours.

In the summer, Yulia went with her mother to rest on an ordinary summer cottage, where weed ordinary beds, cooked ordinary borsch and bathed in an ordinary cottage river.

This river was extraordinary only because the current on the opposite bank suddenly went crazy and accelerated two hundred and fifty times, and the water turned from invigorating to icy. It happened because the beach is located on a shallow sandbar, washed in at the turn. On the bend, something like a splash-type bay was formed, where all the dacha people were splashing, without swimming up to the depths, towards the wild water running from the mountains. There, they often flew like torpedoes, huge logs that were missed at the logging site. Below, half a kilometer from the beach, they accumulated on a large threshold, which bristled with them like a giant porcupine. His name was - Porcupine. When Porcupine acquired a log, the water in the river rose half a meter, and Porcupine was torn by dynamite.

The opposite shore, picturesque and inaccessible, was an idea-fix of all the country boys, and fantastic rumors about Kolya from the Third Parallel and Vasyan from the Fifth Perpendicular rushed through the streets, which themselves once, without a boat and without vests ... Julia swam, like a shark, but she did not dare to fight with the rapids, and sometimes she only dreamed of Tom Bereg, green and deserted, like a paradise where you can not be shy and walk naked in the taiga, like the real Eve. Sometimes she imagined next to her ... however, all ordinary girls imagine the same thing, and it makes no sense to write about it.

One day she woke up earlier than usual and decided to go for a swim to get rid of sleep.

Buzzing cocks and other avian mob.On the country driveways, filled with solar fog, there was not a soul. For a second or two, Julia stood at the gate, wondering if she could throw at least a T-shirt, then she shook her head and ran in some swimming trunks and a bathing suit.

Even before the beach, she heard screams. Ran to the shore, Julia saw two blond heads screaming in the rapids.

“Morons,” she murmured and screamed at them: “Row your legs!” Feet!

Julia never swam so fast. (Porn stories) Current and cold fell on her at once, but it seemed to her that she was full of animal power and could pull out both boys with one hand and block the river with the other. Grabbing one under the chest, she tried to swim up to the other, but felt that the current was heating them up, and almost jumped out of her own skin, jerking toward the shore like a torpedo. Pushing the kid to the shallow water, she yelled at him -

- Next myself! ... - and rushed to another. Whitehead head floundering upstream.

In the eyes of Julia, colored circles were already dancing, but she floated to her head, not noticing anything and no one.

- Log-oh! - Saved saved.

Yulia did not hear him: she suddenly ran out of power, and she never saw the huge log that flew into her with a ram, immediately throwing it into the bluish blackness without top and bottom - and the summer residents who came running to the shouts, also did not see any log, not Yulia, but saw only the smooth surface of the river and the blond head, which was carried down to the very turn ...

Then, when the rescued heroes, cursed a hundred times, wiped and wrapped up, sat on the shore, one blond head said another:

- Well, she saved you and drowned. And now they will erect a monument to her, and we, like fuckers, will live on ...

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Dima Grossman was a strange type.

In any case, he himself thought so about himself, and, probably, not without reason. Judge for yourself: after studying for the mad grandmas at the Foreign Ministry Academy, he did not rush to make a career like everyone else, but decided to exercise the right to a second education and graduated from the Institute of Culture with a degree in make-up and hairdressing.

After that, he suddenly went into business, and his business from the bay-grooves went so cool that he soon could not enter into all the details, but lead halfway, like a real boss. At the peak of success, he suddenly sold his business to the envier - and for the second month already he was throwing money in, thinking about the eternal.

With a personal life, he had a hard time: all the nymphs he dragged into his bed turned out to be stupid females. Talk about their impulses was not with anyone. And there were a lot of impulses: by that time Dima had time to visit a Zoroastrian, a Zen Buddhist, a monarchist, a communist, a militant atheist, an Orthodox and even an Adventist of the seventh day. Since childhood, he shone with all sorts of talents (from drawing - to the enviable ability to lie smoothly, as written) - and none of them brought to any sensible results. Continuous spiritual quest forced him to swallow tons of books, which were mixed in him into a huge kaleidoscope, dyeing real life in their own, virtual tones.

And now he was sitting with a fishing rod at Porcupine and imagined himself to be a wise old man Organ from the Pinto Dog, living in tune with the elements.

The roaring of the rapids turned into the ocean, and the boulder on which Dima settled down - into a kayak, sailing on the boundless waters. The element hypnotized him, and he peered, not looking up, into the flickering flakes of foam. They formed into figures, silhouettes, physiognomy, and Dima saw Fish-Woman in them ... **

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*"The Pied Dog Running along the Edge of the Sea" - Chingiz Aitmatov's Tale (approx. Av)

**Fish Woman - the mythical character of “The Pegogo Dog” (approx. Av)

Suddenly the fishing rod twitched like a psychotic.

- Fuck, - Dima swore.

She was torn from her hands, and Dima pulled, pulled, pulled her to him, until he burst the forest, and he almost flew away from the boulder.

- Fuck!

He threw off the bait - and suddenly froze, peering into the white flakes of foam. Then, cursing, climbed to the "porcupine."

There ...